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PSALMS  --- 

'   CAREFULLY   SUITED 


*  JAN  27 1936  ^ 


TO  THE       \4tjf 

CHRISTIAN   WO  FTS  II  IP 


IN    THE 


UNITED    STATES 


OF 

AMERICA. 

BEING    AN 

IMPROVEMENT    OF    THE    OLD    VERSIONS    OF    THE 
PSALMS  OF  DAVID. 


All  things  ^written  in  the  lata  o/Mofes,  and  the  prophets,  and 
the  pfalms  concerning  Me,  mujl  be  fulfilled. 


PHILADELPHIA  : 

PUBLISHED   BY  THOMAS    DOBSON,  AT  THE  STONE  HOUSE* 
No.  41,   SOUTH  SECOND   STREET. 

ARCHIBALD    BARTRAM,    PRINTER. 

1805. 


INDEX. 


OR 


TABLE  TO  FIND  A  PSALM  SUITED  TO  PARTICULAR 
SUBJECTS  OR  OCCASIONS. 


If  you  find  not  the  word  you  feek  in  this  Table,  feek  ano- 
ther of  the  fame  fignification  ;  or,  feek  it  under  fome  of 
the  more  general  words,  fuch  as  God,  Chrift,  Church, 
Saints,  Pfalm,  Prayer,  Praife,  Affliclion,  Grace,  Deli- 
verance, Death,  @e. 

ADAM  the  firft  and  fecond,  their  dominion,  8.  afflict- 
ed, pity  to  them  41,  35.  fupported  55,  145,  146- 
their  prayer  1 02,  143.  faints  happy  73,  119,  14th  part, 
94. 

Afflictions,  hope  in  them  42,  13,  77,  fupport  and  profit 
119,  14th  part,  inflruction  by  them  94,  119,  1 8th  part, 
fanctified  94,  119,  1 8th  part,  courage  in  them  119,  17th 
part,  removed  by  prayer  34,  107.  fubmifTion  to  them 
I23>  J3X»  39-  >n  mind  and  body  143.  trying  our  graces 
66,  119,  17th  part,  without  rejection  89.  of  faints  and 
fioners  different  94.  gentle  103.  moderated  125. 

Aged  faints  reflection  and  hope  71.  1 

All-feeing  God  139 

Angels,  guardian  34,  91.  all  fubjeel  to  Chrift  89,  97.  praife 
the  Lord  103.  prefent  in  churches  138. 

Appeal  to  God  againft  perfecutors  7  concerning  our  fince- 
rity  139.  humility  131. 


iv  INDE  X. 

Afcenfion  of  Chrift  24,  68,  47,  no. 
A  Alliance  from  God  144,  138. 
Atheifm  practical  14,  36,  12.  puniftied  10. 
Attributes  of  God  36,  in,  145,  147. 
Authority  from  God  75,  8z. 

BACKSLIDING  foul  in  diftrefs  and  defertion  25.  re- 
ftored  51,  pardoned  78,  130. 
Bleflmg  of  God  on  the  bufinefs  and  comforts  of  life  127. 
Kletlings  of  a  family  128,  133,  of  a  nation  144,  147.  of  the 

country  6$y  147-  of  a  perfon  1,  32,  112. 
Blood  of  (Thrift  cleanfing  from  fin  51,  69. 
Book  of  nature  and  fcripture  19,  119,  4th  part. 
Brotherly  love  133.  reproof  141. 
Bufinefs  of  life  bleffed  1 27 . 

CARE  of  God  over  his  faints  34. 
Charity  to  the  poor  37,  41,  112.  and  juftice  15,  112. 
mixed  with  imprecations  35. 

Children  praifing  God  8.  made  bleflings  12-7,  128.  inftrucl- 
ed  34,  78 

Chrift  the  fecond  Adam  8.  his  all-fufficiency  16.  his  afcen- 
fion 24,  68,  no.  the  church's  foundation  n8.  his  com- 
ing, the  figns  of  it  12.  his  condefcenfion  and  glorification 
8.  covenant  made  with  him  89.  firft  and  fecond  coming 
c6>  97,  98.  the  true  David  89,  35.  his  death  and  refur- 
reclion  22,  16,  69.  the  eternal  Creator  102.  exalted  to 
the  kingdom  2,  21,  8,  72,  no.  our  example  109.  faith 
in  his  blood  51.  God  and  man  89*  his  Godhead  102. 
our  hope  4,  51  his  incarnation  and  facrifice  40.  the  king, 
and  the  church  his  fpoufe  45.  his  kingdom  among  the 
Gentiles  72,  87,  132.  his  love  to  enemies  109,  35.  his 
rnajefty  97,  99.  his  mediatorial  kingdom  89,  no.  his 
government  45.  praifed  by  children  8.  prieft  and  king 
j  10.  his  refurrecYion  on  the  Lord's  day  118.  our  ftrength 
and  righteoufnefs  71.  his  fufferings  and  kingdom  2,  22, 
69.  his  fufferings  for  our  falvation  69. 

Christian's  qualifications  15,  24.  church  made  of  Jews  and 
Gentiles  87. 


INDEX.  v 

Church,  its  beauty  44,  4$,  122.  the  birth-place  of  faints 
87.  built  on  Jefus  Clirift  118.  delight  and  fafety  in  it  27. 
deftrnction'of  enemies  proceeds  from  thence  76.  gather- 
ed and  fettled  132.  of  the  Gentiles  45,47.  God  fights 
for  her  46,  ic,  20.  God's  prefence  there  132,  84.  God's 
garden  92-  going  to  it  122.  the  houfe  and  care  of  God 
j  35.  of  the  Jews  and  Gentiles  87.  its  increafe  67.  prayer 
in  diftrefs  89.  reftored  by  prayer  85,  102,  107.  is  the 
fafety  and  honour  of  a  nation  48-  the  f'pouie  of  Chrift  45. 

Colonies  planted  107. 

Comfort,  holinefs  and  pardon  4,  32,  119.  nth  and  12th 
parts,  and  fupport  in  God  94,  j6.  from  ancient  provi- 
dence 77,  143.  of  life  bleft  127.  and  pardon  130. 

Company  of  faints  16,  109. 

Complaint  of  abfence  from  public  worfhip  42.  of  ficknefs 
6.  defertion  13.  pride,  atheifm,  oppreffion,  &c.  10,  12. 
of  temptation  13,  general  102.  of  quarrelfome  neigh- 
bours i  20,  of  hea^y  afflictions  in  mind  and  body  143. 

Companion  of  God  103,  145,  147. 

Communion  with  faints  106,  133. 

Confeflion  of  our  poverty  16.  of  (in,  repentance  and  pardon 

32,  5*>  38,  i3°»  M3- 
Confcience,  tender  119,  13th  part,  its  guilt  relieved  38, 

32.  S}*  no- 
Contention  complained  of  120. 
Converfe  with  God,  119,  2d  part,  63. 
Converfion  and  joy  126.  at  the  afcenfion  of  Chrift:  110.  of 

Jews  and  Gentiles  87,  106,  96. 
Corruption  of  manners  in  general  n,  12. 
Counfel  and  fupport  from  God  16,  119. 
Courage  in  death   16,    17,   71,   in  perfecution  119,   17th 

part. 
Covenant  made  with  Chrift  89.  of  grace  unchangeable  89, 

106. 
Creation  and  providence  135,   136,  33,   104,  147,   148. 
Creatures,  no  trnft  in   them  62,  33,   146.  vain,  and  God 

all-fufficient  33.  praifing  God  148. 


D 


AILY  devotion  55,  139. 
Day  of  humiliation  for  difappointments  in  war  60. 


vi  INDEX. 

Death  and  refurre&ion  of  Chriil  16,  69.  of  faints  and  fin- 
ners  17,  37,  49.  and  fufferings  of "  Chrift  22,  69.  deliver- 
ance from  it  31.  and  pride  49.  and  the  refurreclion  49, 
71,  89.  courage  in  it  16,  17,  23.  the  effect  of  fin  90. 

Defence  in  God  3,  121.  and  falvation  in  God  18,  61. 

Delaying  finners  warned  95. 

Delight  and  fafety  in  the  church  48,  27,  84.  in  the  law  of 
God  119,  5th,  8th  and  18th  parts,  in  God  63,  42,  73, 
84,  18. 

Deliverance  begun  and  perfected  85.  from  defpair  18. 
from  deep  dillrefs  34,  40.  from  death  31,  118.  from  op - 
preilion  and  falfehood  $6.  from  perfecution  53,  94.  by 
prayer  34,  40,  15,  ia6.  from  (hip-wreck  107.  from  flan- 
der  31.  furprifing  126. 

Defertion  and  diftrefs  of  foul  25,   13,  38,   143. 

Defire  of  knowledge  119,  9th  part,  of  holinefs  119,  nth 
part,  of  comfort  and  deliverance  119,  12th  part,  of 
quickening  grace  119,  16th  part. 

Defolations,  the  church's  fafety  in  them  46. 

Defpair  and  hope  in  death  17,  49.  deliverance  from  it  18, 
130. 

Devotion  daily  55,  134,  141.  on  a  fick  bed  39,  6. 

Direction  and  pardon  25,  and  defence  prayed  for  5.  and 
hope  42. 

Diftrefs  of  foul  25.  relieved  51,  13c. 

Dominion  of  man  over  creatures  8 . 

Doubts  and  fears  fupprefled  3,  31,   143. 

Drunkard  and  glutton  107. 

Duty  to  God  and  man  15,  24. 

Dwelling  with  God,  fee  heaven,  church,  &c. 

EDUCATION,  religious  34,  78. 
Egypt's  plagues  105. 
End  of  righteous  and  wicked  1,  37. 
Enemies  overcome  18.  prayed  for  35,  105.  deftroyed  12, 

76,  48. 
Envy  and  unbelief  cured  37,  49. 
Equity  and  wifdom  of  providence  9. 
Evening  pfalm  4,  139,  141. 
Evidences  of  grace  26.  of  fincerity  18,  19,  139. 


INDEX.  vii 

Evil  times  12.  neighbours  120.  magiftrates  n,  5". 
Exaltation  of  Chrift  to  the   kingdom  2,   21,  22,  69,  72, 

no. 
Examination  26,  139. 
Exhortations  to  peace  and  holfnefs  34. 

FAITH  and  prayer  of  perfecuted  faints  35.  in  the  blood 
of  Chrift  51,  32.   in  divine  grace   and   power   62, 

130. 
Faithfulnefs  of  God  89,  105,  in,  145,  146.  or  man  15, 

141. 
Falfehood,  blafphemy,  Sec.  12.  and  oppreffion  12,  56. 
Family  government   101.  love  and  worfhip  133.  bleflings 

128. 
Fears  and  doubts  fuppretTed  3,  34,  31.  On  the  worfhip  of 

God,  89,  99.  of  God  119,  13th  part. 
Flattery  and  deceit  complained  of  12,  36. 
Formal  worfhip  50. 
Frailty  of  man-89,  90,   144* 
Fretfulnefs  difcouraged  37. 
Friendihip,  its  bleffmgs  133. 
Funeral  pfalm  89,  90. 

GENTILES  given  to  Chrift  2,  22,  72.  Church  45,  65, 
72,  87.  owning  the  true  God  66,  98,  47. 

Glorification  of  Chrift  8,  45. 

Glory  of  God  in  our  falvation  60.  and  grace  promifed  84, 
97,  89. 

Glutton  78.  and  drunkard  107. 

God  all  in  all  127.  all-fufficient  16,  33.  his  being,  attributes 
and  providence  36,  65,  147.  his  care  of  faints  7,  34.  his" 
creation  and  providence  33,  104,  &c.  our  defence  and 
falvation  3,  61,  33,  115.  eternal  and  fovereign  and  holy 
93.  eternal,  and  man  mortal  90,  102.  faithfulnefs  105, 
in,  89.  glorified,  and  finner  faved,  69.  goodnefs  and  mer- 
cy 145,  103.  goodnefs  and  truth  145,  146.  governing- 
power  and  goodnefs  66.  great  and  good  144,  68,  145, 
147.  the  judge  9,  50,  97.  kind  to  his  people  145,  146. 
his  majefty  97.  and  condefcenfion  113,  114.  mercy  and 
truth  36,  103,  136,  89,  145.  made  man  8.  of  nature  and 


viii  INDEX. 

grace  65.  his  perfections  in,  36,  145,  147.  our  portion 
and  Chriit  ouriiope  4.  our  portion  here  and  hereafter  73. 
his  power  and  majefty  68,  89,  93,  96.  praifed  by  children 
2.  our  preferver  121,  138.  prefent  in  his  churches  84,  46. 
our  (hepherd  25.  his  fovereignty  and  goodnefs  to  imm  S, 
113,  144.  our  fupport  and  comfort  94.  fupreme  governor 
82,  93,  75.  his  vengeance  and  companion  68,  97.  un- 
changeable 89,  in.  his  univerfal  dominion  103.  his  wif- 
dom  in  his  works  in,  129,  worthy  of  all  praife  145,  146, 
150. 

Good  works  15,  24,  112.  profit  men,  not  God  16. 

Goodnefs  of  God  8,  103,  ill,  145,  146, 

Gofpel,  its  glory  and  fuccefs  19,  45,  no.  joyful  found  89, 
98-  worfhip  and  order  48. 

Government  of  Chrift  45.  from  God  75. 

Grace,  its  evidences,  or  felf-examination  26,  139.  about 
riches  144.  without  merit  16,  32.  of  Chrifr.  45,  72.  and 
providence  33,  36,  135,  136,  147.  preferving  and  reftor- 
ing  138.  truth  and  protection  57.  tried  by  affliction  17, 
66,  125.  and  glory  84. 

Guilt  of  confidence  relieved  38,  32,  51,  130. 

HARVEST  65,  126,  147. 
Health,  ficknefs,  and  recovery   6,  30,   31.  prayed 

for  6,  38,  39. 
Heart  known  to  God  139. 
Hearing  of  prayer,  and  falvation,  10,  66,  102. 
Heaven  of  feparate  fouls   17.    the   faint's  dwelling-place 

24. 
Holinefs,  pardon  and  comfort  4,  defired  119,  nth  part. 
Hope  in  darknefs  13,  77,  143.  of  refurrection  16,  71.  and 

defpair  in  death  17,  49.  and  prayer  27.  for  victory  2c. 

and  direction  42. 
Hofanna  of  children  8-  for  the  Lord's  day  118. 
Humiliation  day  10,  60. 
Humility  and  fubmiilion  131,  139. 
Hypocrites  and  hypocrify  12,  50. 

IDOLATRY  reproved  115, 135. 
Jehovah  68,  83.  reigns  93,  96,  97. 
Jews,  fee  lfrael. 


INDEX.  ix 

Imprecation  and  charity  35. 

Incarnation  19,  97,  98.  and  facrifice  of  Chrift:  40. 

infants  139. .fee  children. 

Inftruction  from  God  25.  from  fcripture  119,  4th  and  7th 

parts,  in  piety  34. 
Inftructive  afflictions  94. 

Intemperance  punifhed  78.  and  pardoned  107. 
Joy  of  converfion  126. 
Ifrael  faved  from  the  Aflyrians  76.  faved  from  Egypt,  and 

brought  to  Canaan  135,  136,  77,  105,   107.   rebellion 

and  punifhment  78.  punifhed  and  pardoned  106,  107. 

travels  in  the  wildernefs  107. 
Judgment  and  mercy  9,  68.  day  1,  50,  96,  97,  98,   149. 

feat  of  God  9. 
Juftice  of  providence  9,  and  truth  towards  men  15. 
J  unification  free  32,  130. 


K 


NOWLEDGE  defired  19,  119,  9th  part. 


LAW  of  God,  delight  in  it  119. 
Liberality  rewarded  41,   112. 
Life  and  riches  their  vanity  49,  fhort  and  feeble  89,  90, 

,  144- 

Longing  after  God  63,  42. 
Lord's-day  pfalm  29,   118.  morning  5,  19,  63. 
Love  to  our  neighbours  15.  of  Chrift  to  finners  35.  of  God 

better  than  life  6$.    of  God  unchangeable  106,  82.  to 

enemies  109,  35,  brotherly  133. 
Luxury  punifhed  78.  and  pardoned  107. 

MAGISTRATES  warned  58,    82.  qualifications  101, 
raifed  and  deoofed  75. 
Majefty  of  God  68.  fee  God. 

Man,  his  vanity  as  mortal  39,  89,  90,  144.  dominion  over 
creatures  8.  mortal  and  Chrift  eternal  102.  wonderful 
formation  139. 
Marriage  myftical  45. 
Mafter  of  a  family  101. 

Melancholy  reproved  42.  and  hope  77.  removed  126. 
B 


x  INDEX. 

Mercies  common  and  fpecial  68,  103.  fpiritual  and  tem- 
poral 103.  Innumerable  139.  Everlafting  136.  Record- 
ed 107.  and  truth  of  God  36,  103,  89,  136. 

Merit  difclaimed  16. 

Midnight  thoughts  63,  139,  119,  5th  and  6th  parts. 

Minifters  ordained  132. 

Miracles  in  the  wildernefs  114. 

Morning  pfalm  3,  141.  of  afabbath  5,  19,  6j. 

Mortality  of  man  39,  49,  90.  and  hope  89. 

NATION'S  fafety  is  the  church  48.  profperity  67,  144. 
blefled  and  punifhed  107. 
National  deliverance  67,    75,   76,  124,   126.    defolations, 

the  church's  fafety  and  triumph  in  them  46. 
Nature  of  man  139. 

/^VBEDIENCE  fincere  32,  18,  139.  better  than  facrifice 
Old  age,  death  90.  and  refurreclion  17,  89. 

PARDON,  holinefs  and  comfort  4.  of  backfliding  78. 
and  direction  25.  and  repentance  prayed  for  38.  and 
confeffion  32.  of  original  and  adtual  fin  51. 

Patience  under  afflictions  39.  under  perfecutions  37,  44.  in 
darknefs  77,  130,  131. 

Peace  and  holinefs  encouraged  34. 

Perfections  of  God  in,  145,  147,  36. 

Perfecuted  faints  35,  44,  74,  80,  83. 

Perfecution,  deliverance  from  it  7, 53,  94.  courage  in  it  119, 
17th  part. 

Perfecu tors  punifhed  7,  129,  149.  their  folly  14.  complain- 
ed of  35,*  44,  74,  80,  83.  deliverance  from  them  94, 
9,  10. 

Perfeverance  138.  in  trials  119,  17th  part. 

Peftilence,  preservation  in  it  91. 

Piety,  inftruclion  therein  34. 

Pity  to  the  afflicted  41.  See  charity,  God. 

Pleading  without  repining  39,  123.  the  promifes  119,  10th 
part. 

Poor,  charity  to  them  15,  37,  41,  112. 


INDEX.  xi 

Portion  of  faints  and  finners  n,  17,  37. 

Poverty  con fe (Ted  16. 

Practical  atheifm  14,  36. 

Praife  to  God  from  children  8.  for  creation  and  providence 
33,*  104.  to  our  Creator  100.  from  all  creatures  148.  for 
eminent  deliverances  34,  118.  general  86,  145,  150.  for 
the  gofpel  98.  for  health  reftored  30,  116.  for  hearing 
prayer  66,  102,  to  Jefus  Chrirt  45.  from  all  nations  117. 
and  prayer,  public  65  for  protection,  grace,  and  truth 
.57.  for  providence  and  grace  36. 

Prayer  heard  4,  34,  65,  66  in  time  of  war  20.  and  hope 
of  victory  24.  praife,  public  65.  and  hope  27.  in  the 
church's  diftrefs  80.  heard,  and  Zion  reftored  102.  and 
praife  for  deliverance  34. 

Preferving  grace  138. 

Prefervation  in  public  dangers  46,  91,  112,  daily  121. 

Pride  and  atheifm  and  oppreflion  puniihed  10,  12. 

Priefthood  of  Chrift  51,  no. 

Princes  vain  62,  146. 

Profeflion  of  fincerity  and  repentance,  &c.  119,  3d  part, 
139.  falfe  50. 

Promifes  and  threatenings  81.  pleaded  119,  10th  part. 

Profperity  dangerous  35,  73. 

Profperous  finners  curfed  37,  49,  73. 

Protection,  truth,  and  grace  57.  by  day  and  night  121. 

Providence,  its  wifdom  and  equity  9.  and  creation  33,  135, 
136.  and  grace,  36,  147.  and  perfections  of  God  36. 
its  royftery  unfolded  73.  recorded  77,  78,  107.  in  air 
earth  and  fea  35,  65,  89,  104,  147. 

Pfalm  for  fold iers  18,  60,  for  old  age  71,  for  huibandmen 
65,  for  a  funeral  89,  90,  for  the  Lord's  day  92.  before 
prayer  95.  before  ferraon  ibid,  for  magiftrates  101.  for 
houfeholders  101.  for  mariners  107.  for  gluttons  and 
drunkards  107. 

Public  praife  for  private  mercies  116,  1  18,  for  deliverance 
124.  worfhip  attended  on-122. 

Punilliment  of  finners  1,  11,  37. 


Q 


UALIFICATIONS  of  a  Chriftian  15,  24.. 
Quickening  grace  119,  16th  part. 


xii  I  N  D  E  X. 

RAIN  from  heaven  135,  65,  147. 
Recovery  from  ficknefs  6,  30,  116. 
Relative  duties  15,  133. 
Religion  and  juftice  15.  in  words  and  deeds  37. 
Religious  education  34,  78. 
Remembrance  of  former  deliverances  77,  143. 
Repentance,  confeflion,  and  pardon  32.  and  faith  in  the 

blood  of  Chrift  51. 
Reproach  removed  31,  37. 
Resignation  39,  123,   131. 
Refolutions,  holy  119,  15th  part. 
Reftoring  grace  138,  23. 
RefurreCtion  and  death  of  Chrift  2,  16.  of  the  faints  16,  17,, 

49,  71.  and  death  49,  71,  89. 
Reverence  in  worfhip  89,  99. 
Riches,  their  vanity  49.  compared  with  grace  144. 
Righteoufnefs  from  Chrift  7 1 . 

SACRIFICE  40,  51,  69.  incarnation  of  Chrift  40. 
Safety  in  public  dangers  91.  in  God  61.  and  delight 
in  the  church  27. 

Saints  happy,  and  finners  curfed  1,  11,  119,  ift  part,  the 
beft  company  16.  characterized  15,  24.  dwell  in  heaven 
15,  24.  punifhed  and  faved  78,  106.  God's  care  of  them 
34.  reward  at  laft  50,  90,  92.  patience  and  world's  ha- 
tred 37.  chaftifed,  and  finners  deftroyed  94.  die,  but 
Chrift  lives  102. 

Salvation  of  faints  10,  and  triumph  18.  and  defence  in  God 
62.  by  Chritt  69,  85. 

Sandtified  afflictions  119,  laft  part.  94. 

Satan  fubdued  3,  6,  13. 

Scripture  compared  with  nature  19,  119,  7th  part,  inftruc- 
tion  from  it  119,  4th  part,  delight  in  it  119,  5th  and  iXth 
parts,  holinefs  and  comfort  from  it  119,  6th  part,  vari- 
ety and  excellency  119,  8th  part 

Sea fon s  of  the  year  65,  147. 

Seaman's  fong  107. 

Secret  devotion  119,   2d  part,  34 

Seeking  God  6j>  27. 

Self-examination,  or  evidences  of  grace  26,  139. 


INDEX.  xiii 

Separate  fouls,  heaven  of  17. 

Sickbed  devotion  6,  38,  39,  116. 

Sicknefs  healed  6,  30,  116. 

Signs  of  Chrift's  coming  12,  96,  &c. 

Sin  of  nature  14.  original  and  a6hial,  confeffed  and  par- 
doned 51.  univerfal  14. 

Sincerity  19,  29,  32,  139.  proved  and  rewarded  18. 

Sins  of  the  tongue  12,  34,  50. 

Slander,  deliverance  from  it  31,  120. 

Souls  in  a  feparate  ftate  17,  146,  150. 

Spirit  given  at  Chrift's  afcenfion  68.  his  teaching  defired 
119^  9thpart,  51. 

Spiritual  enemies  overcome  3,  18,  144.  bleflings  and  pun- 
ifhments  81. 

Spring  65.  and  fummer  65,  104.  and  winter  147. 

Strength,  repentance,  and  pardon,  prayed  for  38. 

Submiflion  123,  131,  to  Chrift  2,  to  ficknefs  39. 

Sufferings  and  death  of  Chrift  22.  and  kingdom  of  Chrift  2, 
22,  69,  no. 

Support  and  counfel  from  God  16.  for  the  afflicted  and 
tempted  55.  and  comfort  in  God  94,  119,  14th  part, 

TEMPTATIONS  overcome  3,  18.  in  ficknefs  6. 
Thanks  public,  for  private  mercies  116,  n8. 
Threatenings  and  promifes  81. 
Thunder  and  ftorm  39,  135,  136,  148. 
Times,  evil,  11,  12. 
Tongue  governed  34,  39. 
Truft  in  the  creatures  vain  62,  146. 

VANITY  of  man  as  mortal  39,  89,  144.  of  life  and 
riches  40. 
Vengeance  and  companion  68,  againft  the  enemies  of  the 

church  76,  149. 
Vineyar.d  of  God  wafted  80. 
Unbelief  and  envy  cured  37.  puniihed  95. 
Unchangeable  God  S9,  ill. 
Vows  paid  in  the  church  u6.  of  holinefs  119,  15th  part. 


w 


AR,  prayer  in  time  of  it  20.  difappointments  therein 
60.  vi<5torv  18.  fpiritual  18,  144. 


xiv  INDEX. 

Warnings  of  God  to  his  people  8 1 . 

Watchfulnefs  19,  141,  ever  the  tongue  39. 

Weather  65,  107,  135,  147,  148. 

Wickedneis  of  man  14,  36,  51. 

Winter  and  fummer  147. 

Wifdom  and  equity  of  providence  9.  of  God  in  his  works 

in. 
Works  of  creation  and  providence   104,   147,   148.   and 

grace  19,  33,  m,  135,  136.  good  works  profit  men,  not 

God  16. 
World's  hatred  and  faints  patience,  37. 
Worfhip  and  order  of  the  gofpel  48.  delight  in  it  84.  with 

reverence  89,  99.  daily  55,  134,  141.  in  a  family  133. 

public  63,  84,  122,  132    abfence  from  it  63. 
Wrath  and  mercy  from  the  judgment-feat  9. 

ZEAL  and  prudence  39. 
Zion,  its  citizens  15, 


THE 


PSALMS  OF  DAVID, 


IMITATED    IN    THE    LANGUAGE    OF    THE 


NEW     TESTAMENT, 


PSALM  I.  Common  Metre. 
The  way  and  end  of  the  righteous  and  the  wicked. 

1  T>  LESS'D  is  the  man  who  fhuns  the  place 
D  Where  fmners  love  to  meet ; 

Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  ways, 
And  hates  the  fcoffer's  feat. 

2  But  in  the  flatutes  of  the  Lord 
Has  plac'd  his  chief  delight ; 

By  day  he  reads  or  hears  the  word, 
And  meditates  by  night. 

[3  He,  like  a  plant  of  generous  kind 

By  living  waters  fet, 
Safe  from  the  ftorms  and  blafting  wind, 

Enjoys  a  peaceful  ftate.] 

4-  Green  as  the  leaf,  and  ever  fair, 

Shall  his  profeflion  fhine  j 
While  truits  of  holinefs  appear 

Like  clufters  on  the  vine. 

C 


18  PSALMS. 

5  Not  fo  th'  impious  and  unjuft : 
What  vain  defigns  they  form  ! 

Their  hopes  are  blown  away  like  duft, 
Or  chaff,  before  the  ftorm. 

6  Sinners  in  judgment  {hall  not  Hand 
Among  the  fons  of  grace, 

When  Chrift,  the  judge,  at  his  right  hand 
Appoints  his  faints  a  place. 

7  His  eye  beholds  the  path  they  tread, 
His  heart  approves  it  well. 

But  crooked  ways  of  finners  lead 
Down  to  the  gates  of  hell. 

PSALM  I.  Short  Metre. 

The  faint  happy ,  the  finner  miferabie. 

1  rT^HE  man  is  ever  blefs'd 

A     Who  fhuns  the  finner's  ways, 
Among  their  councils  never  Hands, 
Nor  takes  the  fcorner's  place. 

2  But  makes  the  law  of  God 
His  ftudy  and  delight, 

Amidfl  the  labours  of  the  day, 
And  watches  of  the  night. 

3  He  like  a  tree  fhall  thrive, 
With  waters  near  the  root : 

Frefh  as  the  leaf  his  name  fhall  live, 
His  works  are  heav'nly  fruit. 

4  Not  fo  th'  ungodly  race, 
They  no  fuch  bleffings  find: 

Their  hopes  fhall  flee  like  empty  chaff 
Before  the  driving  wind. 


PSALMS.  19 

5  How  will  they  bear  to  ftand 
Before  that  judgment-feat, 

Where  all  the  faints  at  Chrift's  right  hand 
In  full  aflembly  meet? 

6  He  knows,  and  he  approves, 
The  way  the  righteous  go ; 

But  hnners,  and  their  works,  fhall  meet 
A  dreadful  overthrow. 

PSALM  I.  Long  Metre. 

The  difference  between  the  righteous  and  the  wicked. 

1  TJAPPY  the  man,  whofe  cautious  feet 
XT1  Shun  the  broad  way  that  finners  go, 

Who  hates  the  place  where  Atheifts  meet, 
And  fears  to  talk  as  fcofFers  do. 

2  He  loves  t'employ  his  morning  light 
Amongft  the  ftatutes  of  the  Lord : 

And  fpends  the  wakeful  hours  of  night 
With  pleafure,  pond'ring  o'er  the  word. 

3  He,  like  a  plant  by  gentle  ftreams, 
Shall  flourifh  in  immortal  green ; 

And  heav'n  will  fhine  with  kindeft  beams 
On  ev'ry  work  his  hands  begin. 

4  But  finners  find  their  councils  crofs'd ; 
As  chaff  before  the  temped  flies, 

So  fhall  their  hopes  be  blown  and  loft 
When  the  laft  trumpet  makes  the  fides. 

5  In  vain  the  rebel  feeks  to  ftand 
In  judgment«with  the  pious  race  : 

The  dreadful  judge,  with  ftern  command, 
Divides  him  to  a  difFrent  place. 


20  PSALMS. 

6  «  Strait  is  the  way  my  faints  have  trode, 
"  I  blefs'd  the  path,  and  drew  it  plain, 

"  But  you  would  choofe  the  crooked  road ; 
"  And  down  it  leads  to  endlefs  pain." 

PSALM  II.  Short  Metre. 

Tranflated  according  to  the  divine  pattern. 
Acts  iv.  24,  &c. 

Chrijl  dying,  rijing,  interceding,  and  reigning. 

[1   X  TAKER  and  fov'reign  Lord 

AVA  Of  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  feas, 
Thy  providence  confirms  thy  word, 
And  anfwers  thy  decrees. 

2  The  things  fo  long  foretold 
By  David,  are  fulfill'd, 

"When  Jews  and  Gentiles  join  to  flay 
Jefus,  thine  holy  child.] 

3  Why  did  the  Gentiles  rage, 
And  Jews  with  one  accord, 

Bend  all  their  counfels  to  deftroy 
Th'  Anointed  of  the  Lord  ? 

4  Rulers  and  kings  agree 
To  form  a  vain  defign ; 

Againfl  the  Lord  their  pow'rs  unite, 
Againft  his  Chrift  they  join. 

5  The  Lord  derides  their  rage, 
And  will  fupport  his  throne ; 

He  that  hath  rais'd  him  from  the  dead 
Hath  own'd  him  for  his  fon. 


PSALMS.  21 

PAUSE. 

6  Now  he's  afcended  high, 
To  rule  the  fubje£t  earth  -, 

The  merit  of  his  blood  he  pleads, 
And  pleads  his  heav'nly  birth. 

7  Beneath  his  fov'reign  fway, 
The  Gentile  nations  bend  : 

Far  as  the  world's  remoteft  bounds 
His  kingdom  fhall  extend. 

8  The  nations  that  rebel 
Muft  feel  his  iron  rod ; 

He'll  vindicate  thofe  honours  well 
Which  he  received  from  God. 

[9  Be  wife,  ye  rulers  now. 

And  worfhip  at  his  throne  ; 
"With  trembling  joy,  ye  people,  bow 

To  God's  exalted  Son. 

10  If  once  his  wrath  ariie, 

Ye  perifh  on  the  place  : 
Then  bleffed  is  the  foul  that  flies 

For  refuge  to  his  grace.] 

PSALM  II.  Common  Metre. 

1  TT7HY  did  the  nations  join  to  flay 

\\     The  Lord's  anointed  Son  ? 
Why  did  they  caft  his  laws  away, 
And  tread  his  gofpel  down  ? 

2  The  Lord,  that  fits  above  the  fkies, 
Derides  their  rage  below, 

He  fpeaks  with  vengeance  in  his  eyes, 
And  ftrikes  their  fpirits  through. 


22  PSALMS. 

3  "I  call  him  my  eternal  Son, 

"  And  raife  him  from  the  dead  : 
« I  make  my  holy  hill  his  throne, 
"  And  wide  his  kingdom  fpread. 

4  "  Afk  me,  my  Son,  and  then  enjoy 
"  The  utmoft  heathen  lands  : 

"  Thy  rod  of  iron  fhall  deflroy 
"The  rebel  that  withftands." 

5  Be  wife,  ye  rulers  of  the  earth, 
Obey  th'  anointed  Lord ; 

Adore  the  king  of  heav'nly  birth, 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

6  With  humble  love  addrefs  his  throne ; 
For  if  he  frown  ye  die  : 

Thofe  are  fecure,  and  thofe  alone, 
Who  on  his  grace  rely. 

PSALM  II.  Long  Metre. 

ChriJPs  death,  refurreBion,  and  afcenfion. 

1  X7I  THY  did  the  Jews  proclaim  their  rage  ? 

V  V     The  Romans  why  their  fwords  employ 
Againft  the  Lord  ?  their  powers  engage 
His  dear  anointed  to  deftroy  ? 

2  "  Come,  let  us  break  his  bands,  they  fay : 
"  This  man  (hall  never  give  us  laws :" 

And  thus  they  caft  his  yoke  away, 
And  naird  the  monarch  to  the  crofs. 

3  But  God,  who  high  in  glory  reigns, 
Laughs  at  their  pride,  their  rage  controls ; 

He'll  fmite  their  hearts  with  inward  pains, 
And  fpeak  in  thunder  to  their  fouls. 


PSALMS.  2S 

4  "  I  will  maintain  the  king  I  made 

«  On  Zion's  everlafling  hill, 
"  My  hand  (hall  bring  him  from  the  dead, 

«  And  he  fhall  Hand  your  fovereign  {till." 

[5  His  wondrous  rifing  from  the  earth 
Makes  his  eternal  Godhead  known  : 

The  Lord  declares  his  heav'nly  birth  *. 
"  This  day  have  I  begot  my  Son. 

6  "  Afcend,  my  Son,  to  my  right  hand, 
"  There  thou  fhalt  afk  and  I  bellow    . 

«  The  utmoft  bounds  of  heathen  lands  : 
"  To  thee  their  fuppliant  tribes  (hall  bow."] 

7  But  nations  that  refill  his  grace 
Shall  fall  beneath  his  lifted  rod  ; 

His  arms  fhall  crufh  th'  impious  race 
That  dare  provoke  th'  avenging  God. 

PAUSE. 

8  Now  ye  that  fit  on  earthly  thrones, 

Be  wife,  and  ferve  the  Lord,  the  Lamb ; 
Now  to  his  feet  fubmit  your  crowns, 
Rejoice  and  tremble  at  his  name. 

9  With  humble  love  addrefs  the  Son, 
Left  he  gro  w  angry,  and  ye  die ; 

His  wrath  will  burn  to  worlds  unknown, 
His  love  gives  life  above  the  iky. 

10  His  ftorrns  fhall  quell  the  ftubborn  foe, 
And  fink  his  honours  in  the  dull ; 

Happy  the  fouls  their  God  that  know, 
And  make  his  grace  their  only  truft. 


24  PSALMS. 

PSALM  III.  Common  Metre. 

Doubts  and  fears  fupprejfed :  or,  God  our  defence  from 
fin  and  Satan. 

1  "\  /T  Y  God,  how  many  are  my  fears  ! 
JLVA  How  fall  my  foes  increafe  ! 

Confpiring  my  eternal  death, 
They  break  my  prefent  peace. 

2  The  lying  tempter  would  perfuade 
There's  no  relief  in  Heav'n, 

And  all  my  growing  fins  appear 
Too  great  to  be  forgiv'n. 

3  But  thou,  my  glory  and  my  ftrength, 
Shalt  on  the  tempter  tread, 

Shalt  filence  all  my  threat'ning  guilt, 
And  raife  my  drooping  head. 

£4  I  cry'd,  and  from  his  holy  hill 

He  bow'd  a  lift'ning  ear  j 
I  calPd  my  Father,  and  my  God, 

And  he  fubdu'd  my  fear. 

5  He  fhed  foft  flumbers  on  mine  eyes, 
In  fpite  of  all  my  foes ; 

I  woke,  and  wonder'd  at  the  grace 
That  guarded  my  repofe.] 

6  What  though  the  hofts  of  Death  and  Hell, 
All  arm'd,  againft  me  ftood : 

Terrors  no  more  fhall  fhake  my  foul, 
My  refuge  is  my  God. 


PSALMS.  25 

7  Arife,  O  Lord,  fulfil  thy  grace, 
While  I  thy  glory  fing  : 

My  God  hath  broke  the  ferpent's  teeth, 
And  death  hath  loft  his  fling. 

8  Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs, 
His  arm  alone  can  fave  : 

Bleffings  attend  thy  people  here, 
And  reach  beyond  the  grave. 

PSALM  III.  ver.  I,  2,  3,  4,  5,  8.  Long  Metre. 
A  Morning  pfalm. 

1  /^\  LORD,  how  many  are  my  foes 

\J  In  this  weak  ftate  of  flem  and  blood  ? 
My  peace  they  daily  difcompofe  ; 
But  my  defence  and  hope  is  God. 

2  Tir'd  with  the  burdens  of  the  day* 
To  thee  I  rais'd  an  evening  cry ; 

Thou  heard'ft  when  I  began  to  pray ; 
And  thine  almighty  help  was  nigh. 

3  Supported  by  thine  heav'nly  aid, 

I  laid  me  down,  and  ilept  fecure ; 
Not  death  fhould  make  my  heart  afraid, 
Though  I  mould  wake  and  rife  no  more. 

4  But  God  fuftain'd  me  all  the  night ; 
Salvation  doth  to  God  belong  ; 

He  rais'd  my  head  to  fee  the  light, 

And  makes  his  praife  my  morning  fong, 

D 


26  PSALMS. 

PSALM  IV.  ver.  1,  2,  3,  4,  5,  6,  7.  Long  Metre. 
Hearing  of  prayer  :  or,  G^  cur  portion ,  a /^  C^n/? 

1  /^V   GOD  of  grace  and  righteoufnefs, 
\_jr   Hear  and  attend  when  I  complain  ; 

Thou  haft  enlarg'd  me  in  diftrefs, 
Bow  down  a  gracious  ear  again. 

2  Ye  fons  of  men,  in  vain  ye  try 
To  turn  my  glory  into  fhame  : 

How  long  will  f coffers  love  to  lie, 

And  dare  reproach  my  Saviour's  name  ? 

3  Know  that  the  Lord  divides  his  faints 
From  all  the  tribes  of  men  befide  : 

He  hears  and  pities  their  complaints, 
For  the  dear  fake  of  Chrift  that  died. 

4  When  our  obedient  hands  have  done 
A  thoufand  works  of  righteoufnefs, 

We  put  our  truft  in  God  alone, 
And  glory  in  his  pard'ning  grace. 

5  Let  the  unthinking  many  fay, 

"  Who  will  beftow  fome  earthly  good  ?" 
But,  Lord,  thy  light  and  love  we  pray  : 
Our  fouls  defire  this  heav'nly  food. 

6  Then  fhall  my  cheerful  pow'rs  rejoice 
At  grace  divine,  and  love  fo  great, 

Nor  will  I  change  my  happy  choice 
For  all  their  wealth  and  boafted  ftate. 


PSALMS.  27 

PSALM  IV.  ver.  3,  4,  5,  8.  Common  Metre. 

An  evening  pfalm. 

1    T"     ORD,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray : 
^j  lam  forever  thine  \ 

1  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 

Nor  would  I  dare  to  fin. 

2  And  while  I  rest  my  weary  head, 
From  cares  and  bus'nefs  free, 

'Tis  fweet  converfmg  on  my  bed 
With  my  own  heart  and  thee. 

3  I  pay  this  ev'ning  facrifice  ; 
And  when  my  work  is  done, 

Great  God,  my  faith  and  hope  relies 
Upon  thy  grace  alone. 

4  Thus,  with  my  thoughts  compos'd  to  peace, 
I'll  give  mine  eyes  to  fleep ; 

Thy  hand  in  fafety  keeps  my  days, 
And  will  my  numbers  keep. 

PSALM  V.  Common  Metre. 
For  the  Lord's  day  morning. 

1  "        ORD,  in  the  morning  thou  (halt  hear 

\  j   My  voice  afcending  high  ; 
To  thee  will  I  direcl:  my  pray'r, 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 

2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Chrift  is  gone 
To  plead  for  all  his  faints, 

Prefenting  at  his  Father's  throne 
Our  fongs  and  our  complaints. 


28  PSALMS. 

3  Thou  art  a  God,  before  whofe  fight 
The  wicked  fhall  not  (land : 

Sinners  fhall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 
Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

4  But  to  thy  houfe  will  I  refort, 
To  tafte  thy  mercies  there  ; 

I  will  frequent  thy  holy  court, 
And  worfhip  in  thy  fear. 

5  O  may  thy  fpirit  guide  my  feet 
In  ways  of  righteoufnefs  ! 

Make  every  path  of  duty  ftraight, 
And  plain  before  my  face. 

PAUSE. 

6  My  watchful  enemies  combine 
To  tempt  my  feet  aflray  j 

They  natter  with  a  bafe  deiign, 
To  make  my  foul  their  prey. 

7  Lord,  crufh  the  ferpent  in  the  duft, 
And  all  his  plots  deftroy  ; 

While  thofe  that  in  thy  mercy  truft, 
For  ever  fhout  for  joy. 

8  The  men  that  love  and  fear  thy  narne;: 
Shall  fee  their  hopes  fulfiird  : 

The  mighty  God  will  compafs  them 
With  favour  as  a  fhield. 


PSALMS.  29 

PSALM  VI.  Common  Metre. 
Complaint  in  ficknefs  :  or,  Difeafes  healed. 

1  TN  anger,  Lord,  do  not  chaftife, 

Withdraw  the  dreadful  ftorm, 
Nor  let  thine  awful  wrath  arife, 
Againft  a  feeble  worm. 

2  My  foul  bow'd  down  with  heavy  cares, 
My  flefh  with  pain  opprefs'd, 

My  couch  16  witnefs  to  my  tears, 
My  tears  forbid  my  reft. 

3  Sorrow  and  grief  wear  out  my  days  : 
I  wafte  the  night  with  cries, 

And  count  the  minutes  as  they  pafs, 
'Till  the  flow  morning  rife. 

4  Shall  I  be  flill  tormented  more  ? 
My  eyes  confum'd  with  grief? 

How  long,  my  God,  how  long,  before 
Thine  hand  affords  relief? 

5  He  hears  his  mourning  children  fpeak. 
He  pities  all  our  groans, 

He  faves  us  for  his  mercy's  fake, 
And  heals  our  broken  bones. 

6  The  virtue  of  his  fov'reign  word 
Reftores  our  fainting  breath  ; 

For  filent  graves  praife  not  the  Lord, 
Nor  is  he  known  in  death. 


30  PSALMS. 

PSALM  VI.  Long  Metre. 
Temptations  infichiefs  overcome. 

1  T    ORD,  I  can  fuffer  thy  rebukes, 

JL*  When  thou  with  kindnefs  doit  chaftife  \ 
But  thy  fierce  wrath  I  cannot  bear, 
O  let  it  not  againft  me  rife  ! 

2  Pity  my  languifhing  eftate, 

And  eafe  the  forrows  that  I  feel : 
The  wounds  thine  heavy  hand  hath  made, 
O.  let  thy  gentler  touches  heal  ! 

3  See  how  in  fighs  I  pafs  my  days, 
And  wafte  in  groans  the  weary  night : 

My  bed  is  water'd  with  my  tears : 

My  grief  confumes  and  dims  my  fight. 

4  Look  how  the  powers  of  nature  mourn ! 
How  long,  almighty  God,  how  long, 

When  fhall  thine  hour  of  grace  return  ? 
When  fhall  I  make  thy  grace  my  fong  ? 

5  I  feel  my  flefh  fo  near  the  grave, 
My  thoughts  are  tempted  to  defpair ; 

But  graves  can  never  praife  the  Lord, 
For  all  is  dull  and  filence  there. 

6  Depart,  ye  tempters,  from  my  foul, 
And  all  defpairing  thoughts  depart ; 

My  God,  who  hears  my  humble  moan, 
Will  eafe  my  flefh,  and  cheer  my  heart. 


PSALMS.  31 

PSALM  VII.  Common  Metre. 
Goas  care  of  his  people ,  and  punljhment  ofperfecutors. 

1  1i   /T  Y  truft  is  in  my  heav'nly  friend, 
jLVjL  My  hope  in  thee,  my  God  : 

Rife,  and  my  heiplefs  life  defend 
From  thofe  that  feek  my  blood. 

2  With  infolence  and  fury  they 
My  foul  in  pieces  tear, 

As  hungry  lions  rend  the  prey, 
When  no  deliv'rer's  near. 

3  If  e'er  my  pride  provok'd  them  firft, 
Or  once  abus'd  my  foe, 

Then  let  them  tread  my  life  to  dull, 
And  lay  my  honour  low. 

4  If  there  be  malice  found  in  me, 
I  know  thy  piercing  eyes ; 

I  mould  not  dare  appeal  to  thee, 
Nor  afk  my  God  to  rife. 

5  Arife,  my  God,  lift  up  thy  hand, 
Their  pride  and  power  control : 

Awake  to  judgment,  and  command 
Deliv'rance  for  my  foul. 

PAUSE. 

[6  Let  finners,  and  their  wicked  rage 

Be  humbled  to  the  duft  •, 
Shall  not  the  God  of  truth  engage 

To  vindicate  the  juil  ? 


52  PSALMS. 

7  He  knows  the  heart,  he  tries  the  reins, 
He  will  defend  th'  upright ; 

His  (harped  arrows  he  ordains 
Againil  the  fons  of  fpite. 

8  Though  leagu'd  in  guile,  their  malice  fpread 
A  mare  before  my  way, 

Their  mifchiefs  on  their  impious  head 
His  vengeance  fhall  repay.] 

9  That  cruel  perfecuting  race 
Muft  feel  his  dreadful  fword : 

Awake,  my  foul,  and  praife  the  grace] 
And  juftice  of  the  Lord. 

PSALM  VIII.  Short  Metre. 

God's  fovereignty  and  goodnefs,  and  man's  dominion 
over  the  creatures. 

1  ^v    LORD,  our  heav'nly  king, 
\J   Thy  name  is  all  divine ; 

Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  fpread, 
And  o'er  the  heav'ns  they  fhine. 

2  When  to  thy  works  on  high 
I  raife  my  wond'ring  eyes, 

And  fee  the  moon  complete  in  light, 
Adorn  the  darkfome  fkies ; 

3  When  I  furvey  the  ftars, 
And  all  their  mining  forms, 

Lord  what  is  man,  that  worthlefs  thing, 
A-kin  to  dull  and  worms  ? 


Psalms.  0f 

4  Lord,  what  is  worthlefs  man, 
That  thou  fhouldft  love  him  fo  ? 

Next  to  thine  angels  is  he  plac'd, 
And  lord  of  all  below. 

5  Thine  honours  crown  his  head, 
While  hearts,  like  flaves,  obey, 

And  birds  that  cut  the  air  with  wings, 
And  fifti  that  cleave  the  fea. 

6  How  rich  thy  bounties  are  ! 
And  wond'rous  are  thy. ways  : 

Of  dull  and  worms  thy  power  can  frame, 
A  monument  of  praife. 

[7  From  mouths  of  feeble  babes 

And  fucklings  thou  canft  draw 
Surprifmg  honours  to  thy  name, 

And  ftrike  the  world  with  awe. 

8  O  Lord,  our  heav'nly  king, 

Thy  name  is  all  divine : 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  fpread, 

And  o'er  the  heav'ns  they  mine.] 

PSALM  VIII.-  Common  Metre. 
Chri/Ts  condefce?ifion  and  glorification  ;   or,  God  made 


o 


LORD,  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  great, 
Is  thine  exalted  name  ?  a 


The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  ft  ate 
Let  men  and  babes  proclaim. 

E 


3*  PSALMS. 

2  When  I  behold  thy  works  on  high, 
The  moon  that  rules  the  night, 

And  mining  ftars  that  grace  the  Iky, 
Thofe  moving  worlds  of  light. 

3  Lord,  what  is  man,  or  all  his  race, 
Who  dwells  fo  far  below, 

That  thou  fhouldft  vifit  him  with  grace, 
And  love  his  nature  fo  ? 

4  That  thine  eternal  Son  mould  bear 
To  take  a  mortal  form, 

Made  lower  than  his  angels  are, 
To  fave  a  dying  worm. 

[5  Yet  while  he  liv'd  on  earth  unknown, 

And  men  would  not  adore, 
Behold  obedient  nature  own 

His  godhead  and  his  pow'r. 

6  The  waves  lie  fpread  beneath  his  feet, 
And  fifh,  at  his  command, 

Bring  their  large  fhoals  to  Peter's  net, 
Bring  tribute  to  his  hand. 

7  Thefe  lefier  glories  of  the  Son 
Shone  through  the  flefhy  cloud ; 

Now  we  behold  him  on  his  throne, 
And  men  confefs  him  God.] 

$  Let  him  with  majefty  be  crown'd, 
Who  bow'd  his  head  to  death ; 

And  his  eternal  honours  found, 
From  all  things  that  have  breath. 


PSALMS.  35 

9  Jefus,  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  great 

Is  thine  exalted  name  ! 
The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  ftate 

Let  the  whole  earth  proclaim. 

PSALM  VIII.  ver.  1,  2.  paraphrafed. 
Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 

The  hcfamia  of  the  children  ;  or,  Infants  praifing  God* 

1  A      LMIGHTY  ruler  of  the  fkies, 

^£\_     Thro'  the  wide  earth  thy  name  is  fpread# 
And  thine  eternal  glories  rife 

O'er  all  the  heav'ns  thy  hands  have  made. 

2  To  thee  the  voices  of  the  young 
Their  founding  notes  of  honour  raife  j 

And  babes  with  uninftru&ed  tongue, 
Declare  the  wonders  of  thy  praife. 

3  Thy  power  affifts  their  tender  age 
To  bring  proud  rebels  to  the  ground, 

To  ftill  the  bold  blafphemer's  rage, 
And  all  their  policies  confound. 

4  Children  amidft  thy  temple  throng 
To  fee  their  great  Redeemer's  face ; 

The  Son  of  David  is  their  fong, 
And  loud  hofannas  fill  the  place. 

5  The  frowning  fcribes  and  angry  priefts 
In  vain  their  impious  cavils  bring  j 

Revenge  (its  filent  in  their  breafts, 

While  Jewifh  babes  proclaim  their  king. 


36  PSALMS. 

PSALM  VIII.  ver.  3,  &c.  paraphrafed. 

Second  Part.     Long  Metre. 

Adam  and  Chri/l,  lords  of.  the  oldj  and  new  creation. 

1  T    ORD,  what  was  man  when  made  at  firft., 
A  J  Adam,  the  offspring  of  the  duft, 

That  thou  fhould'ft  fet  him  and  his  race 
But  juft  below  an  angel's  place  ? 

2  That  thou  fhould'ft  raife  his  nature  fo, 
And  make  him  lord  of  all  below, 

Make  every  beaft  and  bird  fubmit,  •  -  :\ 

And  lay  the  fifties  at  his  feet. 

3  But  O  !  what  brighter  glories  wait 
To  crown  the  fecond  Adam's  ftate  ! 

"What  honours  fhall  thy  Son  adorn, 
Who  condefcended  to  be  born  ? 

4  See  him  below  his  angels  made  ; 
Behold  him  number'd  with  the  dead, 

To  fave  a  ruin'd  world  from  fin : 

But  he  fhall  reign  with  pow'r  divine, 

5  The  world  to  come,  redeem'd  from  all 
The  mis'ries  that  attend  the  fall, 

New-made  and  glorious,  fhall  fubmit 
At  our  exalted  Saviour's  feet. 

PSALM  IX.     Firft  Part.    Common  Metre. 

Wrath  and  mercy  from  the  judgment-feat. 

1  WJ IT-^  my  w^ole  ^eart  ^  raife  my  f°ns> 

V  V     Thy  wonders  I'll  proclaim  ; 
Thou  fov'reign  judge  of  right  and  wrong 
Wilt  put  thy  foes  to  fhame. 


PSALMS.  32 

*2  I'll  fing  thy  majefty  and  grace ; 

My  God  prepares  his  throne 
To  judge  the  world  in  righteoufnefs, 

And  make,  his  vengeance  known. 

3  Then  fhall  the  Lord  a  refuge  prove 
For  all  the  poor  opprefs'd ; 

To  fave  the  people  of  his  love, 
And  give  the  weary  reft. 

4  The  men  that  know  thy  name  will  truft 
In  thy  abundant  grace  ; 

For  thou  haft  ne'er  forfook  the  juft, 
Who  humbly  feek  thy  face. 

5  Sing  praifes  to  the  righteous  Lord, 
Who  dwells  on  Zion's  hill, 

Who  executes  his  threat'ning  word, 
Whofe  works  his  grace  fulfil. 


PSALM  IX.  ver.  12.  Second  Part.  Common  Metre. 
The  ivifdom  and  equity  of  Providence. 

1  "TXT HEN  the  great  Judge,  fupreme  and  juft, 

V  V      Shall  once  inquire  for  blood, 
The  humble  fouls  that  mourn  in  duft 
Shall  find  a  faithful  God. 

2  He  from  the  dreadful  gates  of  death 
Does  his  own  children  raife  ; 

In  Zion's  gates,  with  cheerful  breath, 
They  fing  their  father's  praife. 


38  PSALMS. 

3  His  foes  fhall  fall,  with  heedlefs  feet, 
Into  the  pit  they  made  j 

And  finners  perifh  in  the  net 

That  their  own  hands  have  fpread. 

4  Thus  by  thy  judgment,  mighty  God, 
Are  thy  deep  counfels  known  ; 

When  men  of  mifchief  are  deftroy'd, 
In  fnares  that  were  their  own. 


PAUSE. 

5  The  wicked  fhall  fink  down  to  hell ; 
Thy  wrath  devour  the  lands, 

That  dare  forget  thee,  or  rebel 
Againft  thy  known  commands. 

6  Though  faints  to  fore  diftrefs  are  brought^ 
And  wait  and  long  complain, 

Their  cries  fhall  never  be  forgot, 
Nor  fhall  their  hopes  be  vain. 

[7  Rife,  great  Redeemer,  from  thy  feat, 

To  judge  and  fave  the  poor ; 
Let  nations  tremble  at  thy  feet, 

And  man  prevail  no  more. 

8  Thy  thunder  fhall  affright  the  proud, 

And  put  their  heart  to  pain, 
Make  them  confefs  that  thou  art  God, 

And  they  but  feeble  men.] 


PSALMS.  31 

PSALM  X.  Common  Metre. 

Prayer  heard  and  faints  faved  ;  or,  Pride -,  atheifm, 
and  opprejfion  punijhed. 

For  a  humiliation  day. 

1  XX THY  doth  the  Lord  depart  fo  far, 

V  V     And  why  conceal  his  face, 
When  great  calamities  appear, 
And  times  of  deep  diftrefs  ? 

2  Lord,  fhall  the  wicked  Hill  deride 
Thy  juftice  and  thy  laws  ? 

Shall  they  advance  their  heads  in  pride, 
And  flight  the  righteous  caufe. 

3  They  caft  thy  judgements  from  their  fight, 
And  then  infult  the  poor ; 

They  boaft  in  their  exalted  height, 
That  they  fhall  fall  no  more. 

4  Arife,  O  God,  lift  up  thine  hand, 
Attend  our  humble  cry  ; 

No  enemy  fhall  dare  to  ftand 
When  God  afcends  on  high. 

PAUSE. 

5  Why  do  the  men  of  malice  rage, 
And  fay  with  foolifh  pride, 

u  The  God  of  Heav'n  will  ne'er  engage 
"To  fight  on  Zion's  fide." 

6  But  thou  for  ever  art  our  Lord, 
And  pow'rful  is  thine  hand, 

As  when  the  heathens  felt  thy  fword, 
And  perifh'd  from  thy  land. 


40  PSALMS. 

7  Thou  wilt  prepare  our  hearts  to  pray* 
And  caufe  thine  ear  to  hear ; 

Accept  the  vows  thy  children  pay, 
And  free  thy  faints  from  fear. 

8  Proud  tyrants  mail  no  more  opprefs, 
No  more  defpife  the  juft  ; 

And  mighty  fmners  {hall  confefs 
They  are  but  earth  and  duft. 

PSALM  XI.  Long  Metre. 

God  loves  the  righteous  and  hates  the  wicked. 

1  "IV /TY  refuge  is  the  God  of  love, 
JLVX  Why  do  my  foes  infult  and  cry, 

"  Fly  like  a  timorous  trembling  dove, 
"  To  diftant  woods  and  mountains  fly." 

2  If  government  be  once  deftroy'd, 
(That  firm  foundation  of  our  peace) 

And  violence  make  juftice  void, 

Where  fhall  the  righteous  feek  redrefs. 

3  The  Lord  in  heav'n  has  fix'd  his  throne, 
His  eyes  furvey  the  world  below ; 

To  him  all  mortal  things  are  known, 
His  eye-lids  fearch  our  fpirits  through. 

4  If  he  afflicts  his  faints  fo  far, 

To  prove  their  love,  and  try  their  grace, 
What  may  the  bold  tranfgreflbrs  fear  ? 
His  foul  abhors  their  wicked  ways. 


PSALMS.  41 

5  On  impious  wretches  he  fhall  rain, 
Sulphureous  flanies  of  wafting  death, 

Such  as  he  kindled  on  the  plain 
Of  Sodom,  with  his  angry  breath. 

6  The  righteous  Lord  loves  righteous  fouls, 
Whofe  thoughts  and  actions  are  fincere, 

And  with  a  gracious  eye  beholds 
The  men  that  his  own  image  bear. 

PSALM  XII.  Long  Metre. 

The  faint'' s  fafety  and  hope,  in  evil  times ;  or,  Sins  of 
the  tongue  complained  of,  viz.  blafphemy,  falfeho&d, 
&c. 

1  A    LMIGHTY  God,  appear  and  fave  ! 
_/X.  For  vice  and  vanity  prevail  •, 

The  godly  perifh  in  the  grave, 
The  juft  depart,  the  faithful  fail. 

2  The  whole  difcourfe,  when  crowds  are  met. 
Is  fill'd  with  trifles  loofe  and  vain ; 

Their  lips  are  flattery  and  deceit, 

And  their  proud  language  is  profane. 

3  But  lips  that  with  deceit  abound, 
Shall  not  maintain  their  triumph  long  •, 

The  God  of  vengeance  will  confound 
The  flattering  and  blafpheming  tongue. 

b  "  Yet  fhall  our  words  be  free,"  they  cry  ; 

"  Our  tongues  fhall  be  control'd  by  none ; 
<  Where  is  the  Lord  will  afk  us  why  ? 

"  Or  fay  our  lips  are  not  our  own?" 
F 


42  PSALMS. 

5  The  Lord  who  fees  the  poor  opprefs'd, 
And  hears  th'  oppreflbr's  haughty  (train, 

Will  rife  to  give  his  children  reft, 

Nor  fhall  they  truft  his  word  in  vain. 

6  Thy  word,  O  Lord,  though  often  try'd, 
Void  of  deceit  fhall  ftill  appear ; 

Not  filver,  fev'n  times  purify'd 

From  drofs  and  mixture,  mines  fo  clear. 

7  Thy  grace  (hall  in  the  darkeft  hour, 
Defend  from  danger  and  furprife ; 

Though,  when  the  vileft  men  have  power, 
On  every  fide  oppreflbrs  rife. 

PSALM  XII.  Common  Metre. 

Complaint  of  a  general  corruption  of  manners ;  or,  The 
promife  and  Jig  ns  of  ChriJFs  coming  to  judgment, 

1  T  TELP,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail, 
XjL   Religion  lofes  ground  ; 

The  fons  of  violence  prevail, 
And  treacheries  abound. 

2  Their  oaths  and  promifes  they  break, 
Yet  acl  the  flatt'rer's  part ; 

With  fair  deceitful  lips  they  fpeak, 
And  with  a  double  heart. 

3  If  we  reprove  fome  hateful  lie, 
They  fcorn  our  faithful  word  ; 

"  Are  not  our  lips  our  own,  they  cry, 
«  And  who  fhall  be  our  Lord  ?" 


PSALMS.  43 


4  Scoffers  appear  on  ev'ry  fide, 
Where  a  vile  race  of  men 

Is  rais'd  to  feats  of  pow'r  and  pride, 
And  bears  the  fword  in  vain. 

PAUSE. 

5  Lord,  when  iniquities  abound, 
And  blafphemy  grows  bold, 

When  faith  is  rarely  to  be  found, 
And  love  is  waxen  cold ; 

6  Is  not  thy  chariot  haft'ning  on  f 
Haft  not  thou  given  the  fign  ? 

May  we  not  truft  and  live  upon 
A  promife  fo  divine  ? 

7  "  Yes,"  faith  the  Lord,  "  now  will  I  rife, 
"  And  make  the  oppreffors  flee  ; 

"  I  fhall  appear  to  their  furprife, 
"  And  fet  my  fervants  free." 

8  Thy  word  like  filver  fev'n  times  try'd, 
Through  ages  fhall  endure  ; 

The  men  that  in  thy  truth  confide 
Shall  find  thy  promife  fure. 

PSALM  XIII.     Common  Metre. 

Complaint  under  tin  temptations  of  the  devil. 

«1    "      T  OW  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face  ? 

JL  X.  My  God,  how  long  delay  ? 
When  fhall  I  feel  thofe  heav'nly  rays 

That  chafe  my  fears  away  ? 


44  PSALMS. 

2  How  long  fhall  my  poor  lab'ring  foul 
Wreftle  and  toil  in  vain  ? 

Thy  word  can  all  my  foes  control, 
And  eafe  my  raging  pain. 

3  See  how  the  prince  of  darknefs  tries 
All  his  malicious  arts  ; 

He  fpreads  a  mift  around  mine  eyes 
And  throws  his  fiery  darts. 

4  Be  thou  my  fun,  and  thou  my  fhield, 
My  foul  in  fafety  keep  ; 

Make  hafte,  before  mine  eyes  are  feal'd 
In  death's  eternal  fleep. 

6  How  would  the  tempter  boaft  aloud 

Should  I  become  his  prey  ! 
Behold  the  fons  of  hell  grow  proud 

To  fee  thy  long  delay. 

6  But  they  fhall  fly  at  thy  rebuke, 
And  Satan  hide  his  head  ; 

He  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  look, 
And  hears  thy  voice  with  dread. 

7  Thou  wilt  difplay  that  fov'reign  grace, 
Whence  all  my  comforts  fpring  •, 

I  fhall  employ  my  lips  in  praife, 
And  thy  falvation  fing. 

PSALM  XIV.  Firil  part.     Common  Metre. 
By  nature  all  men  arefinners. 

1    T?  OOLS,  in  their  hearts,  believe  and  fay, 

JT     "  That  all  religion's  vain, 
"  There  is  no  God  that  reigns  on  high, 

"  Or  minds  th'  affairs  of  men." 


PSALMS.  45 

2  From  thoughts  fo  dreadful  and  profane, 
Corrupt  difcourfe  proceeds; 

And  in  the  impious  hands  are  found, 
Abominable  deeds. 

3  The  Lord,  from  his  celeflial  throne, 
Look'd  down  on  things  below, 

To  find  the  man  that  fought  his  grace, 
Or  did  his  juftice  know. 

4  By  nature  all  are  gone  aflray, 
Their  practice  all  the  fame  ; 

There's  none  that  fears  his  Maker's  hand, 
There's  none  that  loves  his  name. 

5  Their  tongues  are  us'd  to  fpeak  deceit, 
Their  {landers'  never  ceafe  ; 

How  fwift  to  mifchief  are  their  feet ! 
Nor  know  the  paths  of  peace. 

6  Such  feeds  of  fin  (that  bitter  root) 
In  ev'ry  heart  are  found  ; 

Nor  can  they  bear  diviner  fruit, 
Till  grace  refine  the  ground. 

PSALM  XIV.  Second  part.     Common  Metre. 
The  foliy  of  perfecutors. 

1  A    RE  finners  now  fo  fenfelefs  grown 
Ji\^  That  they  the  faints  devour  ? 

And  never  worfhip  at  thy  throne, 
Nor  fear  thy  awful  pow'r. 

2  Great  God,  appear  to  their  furprife 
Reveal  thy  dreadful  name  ; 

Let  them  no  more  thy  wrath  defpife, 
Nor  turn  our  hope  to  fhame. 


46  PSALMS. 

3  Doll  thou  not  dwell  among  the  juft  ? 
And  yet  our  foes  deride, 

That  we  mould  make  thy  name  our  trull, 
Great  God,  confound  their  pride. 

4  O  that  the  joyful  day  were  come 
To  finifh  our  diflrefs  ! 

When  God  fhall  bring  his  children  home 
Our  fongs  mail  never  ceafe. 

PSALM  XV.  Common  Metre. 

Characters  of a  faint y  or  citizen  of  Zion  ;  or,  The 
qualifications  of  a  Chrifiian. 

1  "Y  ~WT  HO  fhall  inhabit  in  thy  hill, 

VV     O  God* of  holinefs  ? 
Whom  will  the  Lord  admit  to  dwell 
So  near  his  throne  of  grace  ? 

2  The  man  that  walks  in  pious  ways, 
And  works  with  righteous  hands  ; 

That  trulls  his  Maker's  promis'd  grace, 
And  follows  his  commands. 

3  He  fpeaks  the  meaning  of  his  heart, 
Nor  llanders  with  his  tongue  : 

Will  icarce  believe  an  ill  report, 
Nor  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 

4  The  wealthy  finner  he  contemns, 
Loves  all  that  fear  the  Lord  ; 

And  though  to  his  own  hurt  he  fwears, 
Still  he  performs  his  word, 

5  His  hands  difdain  a  golden  bribe, 
And  never  wrong  the  poor ; 

This  man  fhall  dwell  with  God  on  earth 
And  find  his  heav'n  fecure. 


PSALMS.  47 

PSALM  XV.  Long  Metre. 

Religion  and  jujlice,  gocdnefs  and  truth  ;   or,  duties  to 
God  and  man  ;  or,  The  qualifications  of  a  Chriflian. 

1  XTJTHO  fhall  afcend  thy  heav'nly  place, 

W  Great  God,  and  dwell  before  thy  face  ? 
The  man  that  minds  religion  now, 
And  humbly  walks  with  God  below. 

2  Whofe  hands  are  pure,  whofe  heart  is  clean ; 
Whofe  lips  flill  fpeak  the  thing  they  mean  -> 

No  flanders  dwell  upon  his  tongue  : 
He  hates  to  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 

[3  Scarce  will  he  trull  an  ill  report, 

Or  vent  it  to  his  neighbour's  hurt : 
Sinners  of  flate  he  can  defpife, 

But  faints  are  honour'd  in  his  eyes.] 
[4  Firm  to  his  word  he  ever  flood, 

And  always  makes  his  promife  good  : 
Nor  dares  to  change  the  thing  he  fwears 

Whatever  pain  or  lofs  he  bears.] 
[5  He  never  deals  in  bribing-gold  *, 

And  mourns  that  juftice  mould  be  fold  : 
While  others  fcorn  and  wrong  the  poor, 

Sweet  Charity  attends  his  door.] 

6  He  loves  his  enemies,  and  prays 
For  thofe  that  curfe  him  to  his  face  ; 

And  doth  to  all  men  ftill  the  fame, 

That  he  would  hope  or  wifh  from  them. 

'    Yet,  when  his  holieft  works  are  done, 

His  foul  depends  on  grace  alone  : 
This  is  the  man  thy  face  fhall  fee, 
And  dwell  for  ever,  Lord,  with  thee. 


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48  PSALMS. 

PSALM  XVI.  Firfl  part.     Long  Metre. 

^onfejfion  of  our  poverty ,  end  faints  the  bejl  company 
or,  Good  works  profit  men,  not  God, 

RESERVE  me,  Lord,  in  time  of  need 
For  fuccour  to  thy  throne  I  flee, 
But  have  no  merits  there  to  plead  ; 
My  goodnefs  cannot  reach  to  thee, 

2  Oft  have  my  heart  and  tongue  confefs'd 
How  empty  and  how  poor  I  am  : 

My  praife  can  never  make  thee  blefs'd, 
Nor  add  new  glories  to  thy  name. 

3  Yet,  Lord,  thy  faints  on  earth  may  reap 
Some  profit  by  the  good  we  do ; 

Thefe  are  the  company  I  keep, 

Thefe  are  the  choicefl  friends  I  know. 

4  Let  others  choofe  the  fons  of  mirth 
To  give  a  relifh  to  their  wine, 

I  love  the  men  of  heav'nly  birth, 

Whofe  thoughts  and  language  are  divine. 

PSALM     XVI.     Second  part.     Long  Metre. 

Chrifl^s  all-fujficiency. 

1    "■:  JOW  faft  their  guilt  and  forrows  rife, 
[_  Who  hafte  to  feek  fome  idol-god  ! 

1  will  not  tafte  their  facrifice, 

Their  ofFrings  of  forbidden  blood. 

2  My  God  provides  a  richer  cup, 
And  nobler  food  to  live  upon  \ 

He,  for  my  life,  has  ofFer'd  up 
Jefus  his  beft-beloved  Son. 


PSALMS.  49 

3  His  love  is  my  perpetual  feaft ; 

By  day  his  counfels  guide  me  right : 
And  be  his  name  for  ever  blefs'd 
Who  gives  me  fweet  advice  by  night. 

4  I  fet  him  ftill  before  mine  eyes  ; 

At  my  right  hand  he  ftands  prepar'd 
To  keep  my  foul  from  all  furprife, 
And  be  my  everlafting  guard. 

PSALM  XVI.     Third  part.     Long  Metre.. 
Courage  in  death  and  hope  of  the  refurrection. 

1  "TTTHEN  God  is  nigh,  my  faith  is  ftrong, 

V  ?    His  arm  is  my  almighty  prop : 
Be  glad,  my  heart,  rejoice,  my  tongue, 
My  dying  flefh  (hall  reft  in  hope. 

2  Though  in  the  duft  I  lay  my  head, 
Yet,  gracious  God,  thou  wilt  not  leave 

My  foul  for  ever  with  the  dead. 
Nor  lofe  thy  children  in  the  grave. 

3  My  flefh  mall  thy  firft  call  obey, 
Shake  off  the  duft,  and  rife  on  high ; 

Then  fhalt  thou  lead  the  wond'rous  way 
Up  to  the  throne  above  the  fky, 

4  There  ftreams  of  endlefs  pleafures  flow  \ 
And  fuli  difcoveries  of  thy  grace 

(Which  we  but  tafted  here  below) 

Spread  heav'nly  joys  through  all  the  place, 
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50  PSALMS. 

PSALM  XVI.  ver.  1.— 3.  Firft  part.  Com.  Met. 
Support  and  counfel  from  God  without  merit. 

1  Q  AVE  me,  O  Lord,  from  ev'ry  foe  •, 
O    In  thee  my  truft  I  place, 

Though  all  the  good  that  I  can  do    . 
Can  ne'er  deferve  thy  grace  ; 

2  Yet  if  my  God  prolong  my  breath, 
The  faints  may  ftill  rejoice, 

The  faints,  the  glory  of  the  earth, 
The  people  of  my  choice. 

3  Let  heathens  to  their  idols  hafte, 
And  worfhip  wood  or  ftone  ; 

But  my  delightful  lot  is  call 
Where  the  true  God  is  known. 

4  His  hands  provide  my  conftant  food, 
He  fills  my  daily  cup  ; 

Much  am  I  pleas'd  with  prefent  good, 
But  more  rejoice  in  hope. 

5  God  is  my  portion  and  my  joy ; 
His  counfels  are  my  light ; 

He  gives  me  fweet  advice  by  day, 
And  gentle  hints  by  night. 

6  My  foul  would  all  her  thoughts  approve 
To  his  all-feeing  eye  ; 

Not  death  nor  hell  my  hope  fhall  move 
While  fuch  a  friend  is  nigh. 


PSALMS.  51 

PSALM  XVI.     Second  part.     Common  Metre. 
The  death  and  refurreclion  of  Chrift. 

1  "  T  SET  the  Lord  before  my  face, 

L  "  He  bears  my  courage  up  ; 
«  My  heart,  my  tongue,  their  joys  exprefs, 
«  My  flelh  mall  reft  in  hope. 

2  "  My  fpirit,  Lord,  thou  wilt  not  leave 
«  Where  fouls  departed  are  ; 

"  Nor  quit  my  body  to  the  grave 
"  To  fee  corruption  there. 

3  "  Thou  wilt  reveal  the  path  of  life, 
((  And  raife  me  to  thy  throne ; 

"  Thy  courts  immortal  pleafure  give, 
"  Thy  prefence  joys  unknown. 

[4<  Thus  in  the  name  of  Chrift  the  Lord, 

The  holy  David  fung, 
And  providence  fulfils  the  word 

Of  his  prophetic  tongue. 

5  Jefus,  whom  every  faint  adores, 

Was  crucify'd  and  flain ; 
Behold  the  tomb  its  prey  reftores, 

Behold  he  lives  again. 

6-  When  fhall  my  feet  arife  and  ftand 

On  heav'n's  eternal  hills  ? 
There  fits  the  Son  at  God's  right  hand, 

And  there  the  Father  fmiles.] 


52  PSALMS. 

PSALM  XVII.  ver.  13,  &c.  Short  Metre. 

Portion  of  faints  and  finners  ;  or,  Hope  and  defpair 
in  death. 

1  A    RISE,  my  gracious  God, 
jTJl     And  make  the  wicked  flee ; 

They  are  but  thy  chaftifing  rod 
To  drive  thy  faints  to  thee. 

2  Behold  the  finner  dies, 

His  haughty  words  are  vain ; 
Here  in  this  life  his  pleafure  lies, 
And  all  beyond  is  pain. 

3  Then  let  his  pride  advance, 
And  boaft  of  all  his  ftore  ; 

The  Lord  is  my  inheritance, 
My  foul  can  wifh  no  more. 

4  I  mall  behold  the  face 
Of  my  forgiving  God  \ 

And  ftand  complete  in  righteoufnefs, 
Wafh'd  in  my  Saviour's  blood. 

5  There's  a  new  heav'n  begun 
When  I  awake  from  death, 

Dreft  in  the  likenefs  of  thy  Son, 
And  draw  immortal  breath. 

PSALM  XVII.     Long  Metre. 
Theftnner's  portion  and  faint's  hope  ;   or,  The  heaven 

of fepa  rate  fouls ,  and  the  refurreclion. 
1    T    ORD,  I  am  thine  ;  but  thou  wilt  prove 
JLi     My  faith,  my  patience  and  my  love  ; 
When  men  of  fpite  agamlt  me  join, 
They  are  the  fword,  the  hand  is  thine. 


PSALMS.  53 

2  Their  hope  and  portion  lie  below ; 
'Tis  all  the  happinefs  they  know, 

'Tis  all  they  feek  ;  they  take  their  fhares,; 
And  leave  the  reft  among  their  heirs. 

3  What  finners  value,  I  refign  ; 

Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine  : 

I  fhall  behold  thy  blifsful  face, 

And  ftand  complete  in  righteoufnefs. 

4?  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  fhow : 
But  the  bright  world,  to  which  I  go, 
Hath  joys  fubftantial  and  fincere  ; 
When  fhall  I  wake  and  find  me  there  r 

5  O  glorious  hour  !  O  bleft  abode  ! 
I  fhall  be  near,  and  like  my  God ; 
And  flefh  and  fin  no  more  control 
The  facred  pleafures  of  the  foul. 

6  My  flefh  fhall  flumber  in  the  ground, 
Till  the  laft  trumpet's  joyful  found  : 
Then  burfl  the  chains  with  fweet  furprife, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rife. 

PSALM  XVIII.     ver.   1—9,   15—28. 

Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 

Deliverance  from  defpair ;  or,   Temptation  overcome. 

1    npHEE  will  I  love,  O  Lord  my  flrength, 

1         My  rock,  my  tower,  my  high  defence  ; 
Thy  mighty  arm  fhall  be  my  trufl, 
For  I  have  found  falvation  thence. 


54.  PSALMS. 

2  Death  and  the  terrors  of  the  grave 
Stood  round  me  with  their  difmal  (hade, 

While  floods  of  high  temptations  rofe, 
And  made  my  linking  foul  afraid. 

3  I  faw  the  opening  gates  of  hell 
With  endlefs  pains  and  forrows  there, 

(Which  none  but  they  that  feel  can  tell) 
While  I  was  hurry'd  to  defpair. 

4  In  my  diftrefs  I  call'd  my  God 
When  I  could  fcarce  believe  him  mine  j 

He  bow'd  his  ear  to  my  complaint ; 
And  prov'd  his  faving  grace  divine. 

[5  With  fpeed  he  flew  to  my  relief, 

As  on  a  cherub's  wing  he  rode  *, 
Awful,  and  bright  as  light'ning  fhone 

The  face  of  my'deliverer,   God. 

Q  Temptations  fled  at  his  rebuke, 

The  blaft  of  his  almighty  breath  : 
He  fent  falvation  from  on  high, 

And  drew  me  from  the  deeps  of  death.] 

7  Great  were  my  fears,  my  foes  were  great, 
Much  was  their  ftrength,  and  more  their  ragej 

But  Chrift  my  Lord,  is  conqu'ror  ftill 
In  ail  the  wars  the  proud  can  wage. 

8  My  fong  for  ever  fhall  record 
That  terrible,  that  joyful  hour ; 

And  give  the  glory  to  the  Lord 
Due  to  his  mercy  and  his  power. 


PSALMS.  55 

PSALM  XVIII.    ver.  20,  26.     Long   Metre. 
Second  part. 

Sincerity  proved  and  rewarded* 

1  T    ORD  thou  haft  feen  my  foul  fincere, 
_Li     Haft  made  thy  truth  and  love  appear.; 
Before  mine  eyes  I  fet  thy  laws, 

And  thou  haft  own'd  my  righteous  caufe. 

2  Since  I  have  learn'd  thy  holy  ways, 
I've  walk'd  upright  before  thy  face  : 
Or  if  my  feet  did  e'er  depart, 

Thy  love  reclaim'd  my  wandering  heart. 

3  "What  fore  temptations  broke  my  reft  ! 
What  wars  and  ftrugglings  in  my  breaft  ! 
But  through  thy  grace  that  reigns  within, 
I  guard  againft  my  darling  fin. 

4  That  fin  that  clofe  befets  me  ftill, 
That  works  and  ftrives  againft  my  will : 
When  fhall  thy  Spirit's  fov'reign  power 
Deftroy  it,  that  it  rife  no  more. 

5  With  an  impartial  hand,  the  Lord 
Deals  out  to  mortals  their  reward : 
The  kind  and  faithful  fouls  fhall  find 
A  God  as  faithful  and  as  kind. 

6  And  men  that  love  revenge  fhall  know, 
God  hath  an  arm  of  vengeance  too. 
The  juft  and  pure  fhall  ever  fay, 

Thou  art  more  pure,  more  juft  than  they. 


56  PSALMS. 

PSALM  XVIII.    ver.  30,  31,  34,  35,  46,  tyt. 

Third  part.     Long  Metre. 

Rejoicing  in  God  s  or,   Salvation  and  triumph. 

1  |*UST  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word, 
J       Great  Rock  of  my  fecure  abode  : 

Who  is  a  God  befide  the  Lord  ? 
Or  where's  a  refuge  like  our  God  ? 

2  'Tis  he  that  girds  me  with  his  might, 
Gives  me  his  holy  fword  to  wield ; 

And  while  with  fin  and  death  I  fight, 
Spreads  his  falvation  for  my  fhield. 

3  He  lives,  and  bleffings  crown  his  reign, 
The  God  of  my  falvation  lives, 

The  dark  defigns  of  hell  are  vain ; 

While  heavenly  peace  my  Father  gives. 

4  Before  the  feoffors  of  the  age, 
I  will  exalt  my  Father's  name, 

Nor  tremble  at  their  mighty  rage, 

But  meet  reproach,  and  bear  the  fhame. 

5  To  David  and  his  royal  feed 
Thy  grace  for  ever  fhall  extend  ; 

Thy  love  to  faints  in  Chrift  their  head, 
Knows  not  a  limit  nor  an  end. 

PSALM   XVIII.     Firft  Part.     Common  Metre. 

Victory  and  triumph  over  temporal  enemies, 

1   "T  ^T  T  E  love  thee,  Lord  and  we  adore, 

V  V       Now  is  thine  arm  reveal'd  ; 
Thou  art  our  ftrength,  our  heav'nly  tow'r, 
Our  bulwark,  and  our  fhield. 


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2  We  fly  to  our  eternal  Rock, 
And  find  a  fur'e  defence ; 

His  holy  name  our  lips  invoke, 
And  draw  falvation  thence. 

3  When  God  our  leader  mines  in  arms, 
What  mortal  heart  can  bear 

The  thunder  of  his  loud  alarms  ? 
The  light'ning  of  his  fpear  ? 

4<  He  rides  upon  the  winged  wind, 

And  angels  in  array, 
In  millions,  wait  to  know  his  mind, 

And,  fwift  as  flames,  obey. 

5  He  fpeaks,  and  at  his  fierce  rebuke 
Whole  armies  are  difmay'd  : 

His  voice,  his  "frown,  his  angry  look, 
Strikes  all  their  courage  dead. 

6  He  forms  our  gen'rals  for  the  field, 
With  all  their  dreadful  fkill ; 

Gives  them  his  awful  fword  to  wield, 
And  makes  their  hearts  of  fteel. 

7  Oft  has  the  Lord  whole  nations  blefs'd, 
For  his  own  church's  fake  ; 

The  pow'rs  that  give  his  people  reft 
Shall  of  his  care  partake. 

PSALM  XVIII.    Second  Part.    Common  Metre. 

The  conqueror' s  fong. 
1    rX^O  thine  almighty  arm  we  owe 

L       The  triumphs  of  the  day  ; 
Thy  terrors,  Lord,  confound  the  foe, 
And  melt  their  ftrength  away. 

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58  PSALMS. 

2  'Tis  by  thy  aid  our  troops  prevail, 
And  break  united  pow'rs  ; 

Or  burn  their  boafted  fleets,  or  fcale 
The  proudeft  of  their  tow'rs. 

3  How  have  we  chas'd  them  through  the  field, 
And  trod  them  to  the  ground, 

While  thy  falvation  was  our  fhield, 
But  they  no  fhelter  found  ! 

4*  In  vain  to  idol  faints  they  cry, 

And  perifh  in  their  blood  : 
Where  is  a  rock  fo  great,  fo  high, 

So  pow'rful,  as  our  God. 

5  The  God  of  Ifrael  ever  lives, 

His  name  be  ever  blefs'd  ; 
'Tis  his  own  arm  the  vi&'ry  gives, 

And  gives  his  people  reft. 

PSALM  XIX.    Firft  Part.    Short  Metre. 

The  booh  of  nature  and  Scripture* 

For  a  Lord's  day  morning. 

1  T)  EHOLD  the  lofty  fky 
X)     Declares  its  maker  God, 

And  all  his  ftarry  works  on  high 
Proclaim  his  pow'r  abroad. 

2  The  darknefs  and  the  light 
Still  keep  their  courfe  the  fame  : 

While  night  to  day,  and  day  to  night, 
Divinely  teach  his  name. 


PSALMS.  59 

3  In  ev'ry  difFrent  land 

Their  gen'ral  voice  is  known ; 
They  fhow  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 
And  orders  of  his  throne. 

4  Ye  Chriftian  lands  rejoice  : 
Here  he  reveals  his  word  ; 

We  are  not  left  to  nature's  voice 
To  bid  us  know  the  Lord. 

5  His  ftatutes  and  commands 
Are  fet  before  our  eyes 

He  puts  his  Gofpel  in  our  hands, 
Where  our  falvation  lies. 

6  His  laws  are  juft  and  pure, 
His  truth  without  deceit, 

His  promifes  for  ever  fure, 
And  his  rewards  are  great. 

7  Not  honey  to  the  tafte 
Affords  fo  much  delight ; 

Nor  gold  that  has  the  furnace  pafs'd 
So  much  allures  the  fight. 

8  While  of  thy  works  I  ling, 
Thy  glory  to  proclaim, 

Accept  the  praife,  my  God,  my  King, 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 

PSALM  XIX.     Second  part.     Short  Metre. 

God's  word  mo/I  excellent ;  or,  Sincerity  and  watch- 
fulnefs. 
For  a  Lord's  day  morning. 
1   T)  EHOLD  the  morning  fun. 
jLJ     Begins  his  glorious  way ; 
His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run, 
And  life  and  light  convey. 


60  PSALMS. 

1  But  where  the  gofpel  comes, 

It  fpreads  diviner  light, 
It  calls  dead  fmners  from  their  tombs, 

And  gives  the  blind  their  fight. 

3  How  perfect  is  thy  word  \ 
And  all  thy  judgments  juft  ; 

For  ever  fure  thy  promife,  Lord, 
And  men  fecurely  truft. 

4  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 
Are  thy  directions  giv'n  ? 

O  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 
But  find  the  path  to  heav'n  ! 

PAUSE. 

5  I  heard  thy  word  with  love, 
And  I  would  fain  obey  \ 

Send  thy  good  fpirit  from  above 
To  guide  me,  left  I  ftray. 

6  O  who  can  ever  find 
The  errors  of  his  ways  ? 

Yet,  with  a  bold  prefumptuous  mind, 
I  would  not  dare  tranfgrefs. 

7  Warn  me  of  ev'ry  fin, 
Forgive  my  fecret  faults, 

And  cleanfe  this  guilty  foul  of  mine, 
Whofe  crimes  exceed  my  thoughts. 

8  While,  with  my  heart  and  tongue, 
I  fpread  thy  praife  abroad  ; 

Accept  the  worfhip  and  the  fong, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  God. 


PSALMS.  61 


PSALM  XIX.     Long  Metre. 

The  boohs  of  nature  and  fcripture  compared  ;  or,  The 
glory  andfuccefs  of  the  go/pel. 

1  r  |  iHE  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord, 

In  every  ftar  thy  goodnefs  fhines , 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

2  The  rolling  fun,  the  changing  light, 
And  nights  and  days  thy  power  confefs : 

But  the  bleft  volume  thou  haft  writ, 
Reveals  thy  juftice  and  thy  grace. 

3  Sun,  mooiv  and  ftars  convey  thy  praife 
Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  ftand  \ 

So  when  thy  truth  began  it's  race, 
It  touch'd  and  glanc'd  on  every  land. 

4  Nor  mall  thy  fpreading  gofpel  reft 

Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run  \ 
Till  Chrift  has  all  the  nations  bleft, 
That  fee  the  light  or  feel  the  fun. 

5  Great  Sun  of  righteoufnefs,  arife, 

Blefs  the  dark  world  with  heavenly  light ; 
Thy  gofpel  makes  the  fimple  wife, 

Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right. 

6  Thy  nobleft  wonders  here  we  view, 
In  fouls  renew'd  and  fins  forgiv'n, 

Lord,  cleanfe  my  fins,  my  foul  renew, 
And  make  thy  word  my^guide  to  heav'n. 


62  PSALMS. 

PSALM  XIX.   To  the  tune  of  1 1  Sth  Pfalm. 
The  booh  of  nature  andfcripture. 

1  /~1  RE  AT  God,  the  heav'ns  well  order'd  frame 
\jrDeclare  the  glories  of  thy  name  : 

There  thy  rich  works  of  wonder  mine, 
A  thoufand  ftarry  beauties  there, 
A  thoufand  radiant  marks  appear 

Of  boundlefs  pow'r,  and  fkill  divine. 

2  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night, 
The  dawning  and  the  dying  light, 

Lectures  of  heav'nly  wifdom  read  \ 
"With  filent  eloquence  they  raife 
Our  thoughts  to  our  Creator's  praife, 

And  neither  found  nor  language  need. 

3  Yet  their  divine  inftru&ions  run 
Far  as  the  journeys  of  the  fun, 

And  ev'ry  nation  knows  their  voice. 
The  fun,  like  fome  young  bridegroom  dreft, 
Breaks  from  the  chambers  of  the  eaft, 

Rolls  round  and  makes  the  earth  rejoice. 

4  Where'er  he  fpreads  his  beams  abroad, 
He  fmiles  and  fpeaks  his  maker  God  \ 

All  nature  joins  to  (hew  thy  praife  : 
Thus  God  in  ev'ry  creature  fhines  \ 
Fair  is  the  book  of  nature's  lines, 

But  fairer  is  the  book  of  grace. 

5  I  love  the  volumes  of  thy  word ; 
What  light  and  joy  thofe  leaves  afford 

To  fouls  benighted  and  diftreft  ! 
Thy  precepts  guide  my  doubtful  way, 
Thy  fear  forbids  my  feet  to  ftray  ; 

Thy  promife  leads  my  heart  to  reft. 


PSALMS.  63 

6  From  the  difcoveries  of  thy  law 
The  perfect  rules  of  life  I  draw  ; 

Thefe  are  my  ftudy  and  delight  ; 
Not  honey  fo  invites  the  tafte, 
Nor  gold  that  has  the  furnace  part, 

Appears  fo  pleafing  to  the  fight. 

7  Thy  threat'nings  wake  my  numbering  eyes 
And  warn  me  where  my  danger  lies  ; 

But  'tis  thy  blefled  gofpel,  Lord, 
That  makes  my  guilty  confcience  clean 
Converts  my  foul,  fubdues  my  fin, 

And  gives  a  free,  but  large  reward. 

8  Who  knows  the  errors  of  his  thoughts  ? 
My  God,  forgive  my  fecret  faults, 

And  from  prefumptuous  fins  reftrain  *, 
Accept  my  poor  attempts  of  praife, 
That  I  have  read  thy  book  of  grace, 

And  book  of  nature,  not  in  vain. 

PSALM  XX.     Long  Metre. 
Prayer,  and  hope  of  viEiory. 
For  a  day  of  prayer  in  time  of  war. 

1  "V  TOW  may  the  God  of  power  and  grace 
)JH    Attend  his  people's  humble  cry  ! 

Jehovah  hears  when  lirael  prays, 

And  brings  deliv'rance  from  on  high. 

2  The  name  of  Jacob's  God  defends, 
When  bucklers  fail  and  brazen  wails  ; 

He  from  his  fan£tuary  fends 

•    Succour  and  ftrengih  when  Zion  calls. 


64  PSALMS. 

3  Well  he  remembers  all  ourSfighs, 
His  love  exceeds  our  beft  deferts  ; 

His  love  accepts  the  facrifice 

Of  humble  groans  and  broken  hearts. 

4  In  his  falvation  is  our  hope, 
And  in  the  name  of  IfraTs  God 

Our  troops  fhall  lift  their  banners  up, 
Our  navies  fpread  their  flags  abroad. 

5  Some  truft  in  horfes  train'd  for  war, 
And  fome  of  chariots  make  their  boafts  ; 

Our  fureft  expectations  are 

From  thee,  the  Lord  of  heav'nly  hofts. 

[6  O  may  the  memory  of  thy  name 
Infpire  our  armies  for  the  light  ! 

Our  foes  fhall  fall  and  die  with  fhame, 
Or  quit  the  field  with  coward  flight.] 

7  Now  fave  us,  Lord,  from  flavifh  fear, 
Now  let  our  hopes  be  firm  and  ftrong, 

'Till  thy  falvation  fhall  appear, 

And  joy  and  triumph  raife  the  fong. 

PSALM  XXI.     Common  Metre. 

National  blejfings  acknowledged. 

N  thee,  great  God,  with  fongs  of  praife, 


i 


Our  favoured  realms  rejoice  ; 
And,  blefs'd  with  thy  falvation,  raife 
To  heav  'n  their  cheerful  voice. 

2  Thy  fure  defence,  through  nations  round, 

Hath  fpread  our  rifing  name, 
And  all  our  feeble  efforts  crown'd 

With  freedom  and  with  fame. 


PSALMS.  65 

3  In  deep  diftrefs  our  injured  land 
Implor'd  thy  power  to  fave  ;  * 

For  life  we  pray'd ;  thy  bounteous  hand 
The  timely  bleffing  gave. 

4  Thy  mighty  arm,  eternal  Pow'r, 
Oppos'd  their  daily  aim, 

In  mercy  fwept  them  from  our  more, 
And  fpread  their  fails  with  fhame. 

5  On  thee  in  wo  and  pain, 
Our  hearts  alone  rely ; 

Our  rights  thy  mercy  will  maintain, 
And  all  our  wants  fupply. 

6  Thus,  Lord,  thy  wond'rous  pow'r  declare^ 
And  ftill  exalt  thy  fame  : 

While  we  glad  fongs  of  praife  prepare 
For  thine  almighty  name. 

PSALM  XXI.  ver.  1,-9.     Long  Metre. 
Chriji  exalted  to  the  kingdom. 

1  TT\  AVID  rejoic'd  in  God  his  ftrength, 
JL/  Rais'd  to  the  throne  by  fpecial  grace, 

But  Chrift  the  Son  appears  at  length, 
Fulfils  the  triumph  and  the  praife. 

2  How  great  the  bleft  Meffiah's  joy, 
In  the  falvation  of  thy  hand  ! 

Lord,  thou  haft  rais'd  his  kingdom  high, 
And  giv'n  the  world  to  his  command. 

3  Thy  goodnefs  grants  whate'er  he  will, 
Nor  doth  the  leaft  requeft  withhold  \ 

Bleflings  of  love  prevent  him  ftill, 
And  crowns  of  glory,  not  of  gold. 
I 


66  PSALMS. 

4  Honour  and  majefty  divine, 

Around  his  facred  temple  mine  ; 
Blefs'd  with  the  favour  of  thy  face, 

And  length  of  everlafting  days. 

-5  Thine  hand  fhall  find  out  all  his  foes ; 

And  as  a  fiery  oven  blows 
With  raging  heat,  and  living  coals, 

So  fhall  thy  wrath  devour  their  fouls. 

PSALM  XXII.  ver.  1,-16.    Firft  part.  Common 
Metre. 

The  fujferings  and  death  of  Chrift. 

1  \X7"J3Y  has  my  God  my  foul  forfook, 

\\     Nor  will  a  fmile  afford  ? 
(Thus  David  once  in  anguifh  fpoke, 
And  thus  our  dying  Lord.) 

2  Though  'tis  thy  chief  delight  to  dwell 
Among  thy  praifing  faints, 

Yet  thou  canft  hear  our  groans  as  well, 
And  pity  our  complaints. 

3  Our  fathers  trufted  in  thy  name, 
And  great  deliverance  found  ; 

But  I'm  a  worm  defpis'd  of  men, 
And  trodden  to  the  ground. 

4f  With  fhaking  head  they  pafs  me  by, 

And  laugh  my  foul  to  fcorn  $ 
"  In  vain  he  tnifls  in  God,"  they  cry, 

"  Neglefted  and  forlorn." 

5  But  thou  art  he,  who  form'd  my  flefh, 

By  thine  almighty  word  \ 
And  fince  I  hung  upon  the  breaft, 

My  hope  is  in  the  Lord. 


PSALMS.  67 

6  Why  will  my  father  hide  his  face 
When  foes  ftand  threatening  round 

In  the  dark  hour  of  deep  diftrefs, 
And  not  an  helper  found  ? 

PAUSE. 

V  Behold  thy  darling  left  among 

The  cruel  and  the  proud, 
By  foes  encompafs'd  fierce  and  ftrong, 

As  lions  roaring  loud, 

8  From  earth  and  hell  my  forrows  meet, 
To  multiply  the  fmart  -, 

They  nail  my  hands,  they  pierce  my  feet, 
And  try  to  vex  my  heart. 

9  Yet  if  thy  fovereign  hand  let  loofe 
The  rage  of  earth  and  hell, 

Why  will  my  heavenly  father  bruife 
The  fon  he  loves  fo  well  ? 

10  My  God,  if  poffible  it  be, 
Withhold  this  bitter  cup  ; 

But  I  refign  my  will  to  thee, 
And  drink  the  forrows  up. 

1 1  My  heart  dilTolves  with  pangs  unknown., 
In  groans  I  wade  my  breath : 

Thy  heavy  hand  hath  brought  me  down, 
Low  as  the  dull  of  death. 

12  Father,  I  give  my  fpirit  up, 
And  trufl  it  in  thy  hand  ; 

My  dying  flefh  mail  reft  in  hope, 
And  rife  at  thy  command. 


68  PSALMS. 


PSALM  XXIL    ver.  20,  21,  27,-31.   Second. 
Part.  Common  Metre. 

1  "  T^JOW  from  the  roaring  lion's  rage, 

lAI      "  O  Lord  protect  thy  fon, 
*e  Nor  leave  thy  darling  to  engage 
«  The  powers  of  hell  alone." 

2  Thus  did  our  fufFering  Saviour  pray 
With  mighty  cries  and  tears, 

God  heard  him  in  that  dreadful  day, 
And  chas'd  away  his  fears. 

3  Great  was  the  victory  of  his  death, 
His  throne  exalted  high  ; 

And  all  the  kindreds  of  the  earth 
Shall  worfhip  or  (hall  die. 

4  A  numerous  offspring  mufl  arife 
From  his  expiring  groans ; 

They  mall  be  reckon'd  in  his  eyes 
For  daughters  and  for  fons. 

5  The  meek  and  humble  fouls  fhall  fee 
His  table  richly  fpread  $ 

And  all  that  feek  the  Lord  fhall  be 
With  joys  immortal  fed. 

6  The  ifles  fhall  know  the  righteoufnefs 
Of  our  incarnate  God, 

And  nations  yet  unborn  profefs 
Salvation  in  his  blood. 


PSALMS.  69 

PSALM  XXII.  Long  Metre. 
ChriJF s  f offerings  and  exaltation. 

1  T^TOW  let  our  mournful  fongs  record 
^_^      The  dying  forrows  of  our  Lord, 

When  he  complain'd  in  tears  and  blood, 
As  one  forfaken  of  his  God. 

2  The  Jews  behold  him  thus  forlorn, 

And  (hake  their  heads  and  laugh  in  fcorn  ; 
«  He  refcued  others  from  the  grave  ; 
«  Now  let  him  try  himfelf  to  fave. 

3  «  This  is  the_  man  did  once  pretend 
"  God  was  his  father  and  his  friend  j 

«  If  God  the  bleffed  lov'd  him  fo, 

"  Why  doth  he  fail  to  help  him  now  ? 

4  O  favage  people  !  cruel  priefts  ! 

How  they  flood  round  like  raging  beafts  ; 
Like  lions  gaping  to  devour, 

When  God  had  left  him  in  their  power. 

5  They  wound  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet> 
Till  ftreams  of  blood  each  other  meet ; 

By  lot  his  garments  they  divide, 

And  mock  the  pangs  in  which  he  died. 

6  But  God  his  father  heard  his  cry ; 
Rais'd  from  the  dead  he  reigns  on  high ; 

The  nations  learn  his  righteoumefs, 
And  humble  finners  tafte  his  grace. 


79  PSALMS. 

PSALM  XXIII.  Long  Metre. 
God  our  jhepherd. 

1  Tk  /T  Y  fhepherd  is  the  living  Lord  ; 

XVX     Now  (hall  my  wants  be  well  fupply\!$ 
His  providence  and  holy  word 
Become  my  fafety  and  my  guide. 

2  In  paftures  where  falvation  grows 

He  makes  me  feed,  he  makes  me  reft, 
There  living  water  gently  flows, 
And  all  the  food  divinely  blelt. 

3  My  wandering  feet  his  ways  miftake  j 
But  he  reftores  my  foul  to  peace, 

And  leads  me,  for  his  mercy's  fake, 
In  the  fair  paths  of  righteoufnefs. 

4*  Tho'  I  walk  thro'  the  gloomy  vale, 
Where  death  and  all  its  terrors  are, 

My  heart  and  hope  fhall  never  fail, 

For  God,  my  fliepherd's  with  me  there. 

6  Amidft  the  darknefs  and  the  deeps 
Thou  art  my  comfort,  thou  my  flay  j 

Thy  ItafF  fupports  my  feeble  Heps, 
Thy  rod  directs  my  doubtful  way. 

6  The  fons  of  earth  and  fons  of  hell 
Gaze  at  thy  goodnefs,  and  repine 

To  fee  my  table  fpread  fo  well 

With  living  bread  and  cheerful  wine. 

7  [How  I  rejoice,  when  on  my  head 
Thy  fpirit  condefcends  to  reft ! 

?Tis  a  divine  anointing  Hied, 
Like  oil  of  gladnefs  at  a  feaft. 


PSALMS.  11 

#  Surely  the  mercies  of  the  Lord 
Attend  his  houfehold  all  their  days  ; 

There  will  I  dwell  to  hear  his  word, 
To  feek  his  face,  and  ling  his  praife.1 

PSALM  XXIIL     Common  Metre. 

1  Ti  /T  Y  fhepherd  will  fupply  my  need, 
XVJl      Jehovah  is  his  name  ; 

In  paftures  freih  he'  makes  me  feed, 
Befide  the  living  flream. 

2  He  brings  my  wandering  fpirit  back 
When  I  forfake  his  ways. 

And  leads  me  for  his  mercy^s  fake 
In  paths  of  truth  and  grace. 

3  When  I  walk  through  the  fhades  of  death, 
Thy  prefence  is  my  ftay ; 

One  word  of  thy  fupporting  breath 
Drives  all  my  fears  away. 

4  Thy  hand  in  fight  of  all  my  foes 
Doth  ftill  my  table  fpread  ; 

My  cup  with  bleflings  overflows, 
Thine  oil  anoints  my  head. 

5  The  fure  provifions  of  my  God 
Attend  me  all  my  days  \ 

Oh  may  thy  houfe  be  mine  abode, 
And  all  my  work  be  praife ! 

6  There  would  }  find  a  fettled  reft, 
(While  others  go  and  come) 

No  more  a  ftranger  or  a  gueft, 
But  like  a  child  at  liome. 


n  PSALMS. 

PSALM  XXIII.     Short  Metre. 

1  HHHE  Lord  my  fhepherd  is, 

JL       I  mall  be  well  fupply'd  5 
Since  he  is  mine  and  I  am  his, 
What  can  I  want  befide  ? 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place 
Where  heavenly  pafture  grows, 

Where  living  waters  gently  pafs, 
And  full  falvation  flows. 

3  If  e'er  I  go  aflray, 

He  doth  my  foul  reclaim, 
And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  way, 
For  his  moil  holy  name. 

4  While  he  affords  his  aid, 
I  cannot  yield  to  fear  -, 

Tho'  I  mould  walk  thro'  death's  dark  made, 
My  fhepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  Amid  furrounding  foes 
Thou  doft  my  table  fpread, 

My  cup  with  bleiTmgs  overflows, 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

6  The  bounties  of  thy  love 

Shall  crown  my  following  days  ; 
Nor  from  thy  houfe  will  I  remove, 
Nor  ceafe  to  fpeak  thy  praife. 

PSALM  XXIV.     Common  Metre. 
Dwelling  with  God. 
1   f  I  iHE  earth  for  ever  is  the  Lord's 

JL       With  Adam's  numerous  race  : 
He  rais'd  its  arches  o'er  the  floods, 
And  built  it  on  the  feas. 


PSALMS.  fS 

2  But  who  among  the  fons  of  men 
May  vifit  thine  abode  ? 

He  that  has  hands  from  mifchief  clean, 
Whofe  heart  is  right  with  God. 

3  This  is  the  man  may  rife  and  take 
The  bleflings  of  his  grace  ; 

This  is  the  lot  of  thofe  that  feek 
The  God  of  Jacob's  face. 

4  Now  let  our  foul's  immortal  pow'rs;. 
To  meet  the  Lord  prepare, 

Lift  up  their  everlafting  doors, 
The  king  of  glory's  near. 

5  The  king  of  glory  !  who  can  tell 
The  wonders  of  his  might  ? 

He  rules  the  nations  ;  but  to  dwell 
With  faints  is  his  delight. 

PSALM  XXIV.    Long  Metre. 
Saints  dwell  in  heaven  }  or,  Chri/Fs  afcenfion. 

1  '"~|~%HIS  fpacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's, 

JL    And  men  and  worms,  and  beafts  and  birds* 
He  rais'd  the  building  on  the  feas, 
And  gave  it  for  their  dwelling  place. 

2  But  there's  a  brighter  world  on  high, 
Thy  palace,  Lord,  above  the  fky  : 
Who  mail  afcend  that  blefs'd  abode, 
And  dwell  fo  near  his  maker  God  ? 

K 


74  PSALMS. 

3  He  that  abhors  and  fears  to  fin, 

Whofe  heart  is  pure,  whofe  hands  are  clean, 
Him  mall  the  Lord  the  Saviour  blefs, 
And  clothe  his  foul  with  righteoufnefs. 

4  Thefe  are  the  men,  the  pious  race, 
That  feek  the  God  of  Jacob's  face ; 
Thefe  (hall  enjoy  the  blifsful  fight. 
And  dwell  in  everlafting  light. 

PAUSE. 

5  Rejoice,  ye  fhining  worlds  on  high, 
Behold  the  King  of  glory  nigh  ! 
Who  can  the  King  of  glory  be  ? 
The  mighty  Lord,  the  Saviour's  he. 

6  Ye  heav'nly  gates,  your  leaves  difplay, 
To  make  the  Lord,  the  Saviour,  way  : 
Laden  with  fpoils  from  earth  and  hell, 
The  Conqu'ror  comes  with  God  to  dwell. 

7  Rais'd  from  the  dead  in  awful  ftate, 
He  opens  heav'n's  eternal  gate 

To  give  his  faints  a  blefs'd  abode 
Near  their  Redeemer  and  their  God. 

PSALM  XXV.    ver.   1,-11.  Firft  part.    Short 
Metre. 

Waiting  for  pardon  and  direction* 

1    T  LIFT  my  foul  to  God, 

My  truft  is  in  his  name : 
Let  not  my  foes  that  feek  my  blood 
Still  triumph  in  my  ihame. 


PSALMS.  16 

2  Sin,  and  the  pow'rs  of  hell, 
Perfuade  me  to  defpair ; 

Lord,  make  me  know  thy  cov'nant  well, 
That  I  may  'fcape  the  fnare. 

3  From  beams  of  dawning  light 
Till  ev'ning  fhades  arife  -, 

For  thy  falvation,  Lord,  I  wait, 
With  ever-longing  eyes. 

4  Remember  all  thy  grace, 
And  lead  me  in  thy  truth ; 

Forgive  the  fins  of  riper  days, 
And  follies  of  my  youth. 

5  The  Lord  is  juft  and  kind, 
The  meek  fhall  learn  his  ways  *, 

And  ev'ry  humble  fmner  find 
The  methods  of  his  grace. 

6  For  his  own  goodnefs'  fake 
He  faves  my  foul  from  fhame ; 

He  pardons  (though  my  guilt  be  great) 
Through  my  Redeemer's  name. 

PSALM  XXV.  ver.  12,  14,  10,  13.  Second  part 
Short  Metre. 

Divine  inftruclion* 

1   T  X  THERE  fhall  the  man  be  found 
V  V       That  fears  t'  offend  his  God, 
That  loves  the  gofpel's  joyful  found, 
And  trembles  at  the  rod  ? 


™  PSALMS. 

2  The  Lord  {hall  make  him  know 
The  fecrets  of  his  heart, 

The  wonders  of  his  cov'nant  (how, 
And  all  his  love  impart. 

3  The  dealings  of  his  pow'r 
Are  truth  and  mercy  ftill, 

With  fuch  as  keep  his  cov'nant  fure, 
And  love  to  do  his  will. 

4  Their  foul  fhall  dwell  at  eafe, 
Before  their  Maker's  face  ; 

Their  feed  fhall  tafte  the  promifes 
In  their  extenfive  grace. 

PSALM  XXV.  ver.  15,-22.  Third  part.  Short 
Metre. 

Bijlrefsoffoul;  or,  Backjliding  and  defertiotu 

1  tvtine  eyes  and  my  defire 

-L V JL     Are  ever  to  the  Lord ; 

1  love  to  plead  his  promis'd  grace, 

And  reft  upon  his  word. 

2  Turn,  turn  thee  to  my  foul, 
Bring  thy  falvation  near ; 

When  will  thy  hand  affift  my  feet 
To  Ycape  the  daily  fnare  ? 

3  When  fhall  the  fov'reign  grace 
Of  my  forgiving  God 

Reftore  me  from  thofe  dang'rous  ways 
My  wand'ring  feet  have  trod  ! 


PSALMS.  77 

4  The  tumult  of  my  thoughts 
Doth  but  enlarge  my  wo ; 

My  fpirit  languifhes,  my  heart 
Is  defolate  and  low. 

5  With  ev'ry  morning  light 
My  forrow  new  begins  ; 

Look  on  my  anguifh  and  my  pain, 
And  pardon  all  my  fins. 

p  A   u  s  E. 

0  Behold  the  hoft  of  hell, 
How  cruel  is  their  hate  ! 

Againft  my  life  they  rife,  and  join 
Their  fury  with  deceit. 

7  O  keep  my  foul  from  death, 
Nor  put  my  hope  to  fhame  \ 

For  I  have  plac'd  my  only  truft 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 

8  With  humble  faith  I  wait 
To  fee  thy  face  again ; 

Of  Ifr'el  it  (hall  ne'er  be  faid, 
He  fought  the  Lord  in  vain. 

PSALM  XXVI.     Long  Metre. 
Self-examination  ;  or,  Evidences  of  grace, 

1  TUDGE  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways, 
J      And  try  my  reins,  and  try  my  heart  5 

My  faith  upon  thy  promife  flays, 
Nor  from  thy  law  my  feet  depart. 


78  PSALMS. 

2  I  hate  to  walk,  I  hate  to  fit, 
With  men  of  vanity  and  lies  5 

The  fcoffer  and  the  hypocrite 

Are  the  abhorrence  of  mine  eyes, 

3  Amongft  thy  faints  will  I  appear 
Array'd  in  robes  of  innocence  ; 

But  when  I  ftand  before  thy  bar, 
The  biood  of  Chrift  is  my  defence. 

4  I  love  thy  habitation,  Lord, 

The  temple  where  thine  honours  dwell ; 
There  fhall  I  hear  thy  holy  word, 
And  there  thy  works  of  wonder  tell. 

5  Let  not  my  foul  be  join'd  at  la  ft 
With  men  of  treachery  and  blood, 

Since  I  my  days  on  earth  have  pafs'd 
Among  the  faints,  and  near  .my  God. 

PSALM  XXVII.  ver.  1,-6.  Firft  part.  Common 
Metre. 

The  church  is  our  delight  and  fafety, 

1  'T^HE  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light, 

1        And  my  falvation  too  ; 
God  is  my  ftrength ;  nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  foes  can  do. 

2  One  privilege  my  heart  defines, 
O  grant  me  mine  abode 

Among  the  churches  of  thy  faints, 
The  temples  of  my  God  ! 


PSALMS.  79 

3  There  fhall  I  offer  my  requefts, 
And  fee  thy  beauty  (till : 

-Shall  hear  thy  meffages  of  love, 
And  there  inquire  thy  will. 

4  When  troubles  rife,  and  ftorms  appear, 
There  may  his  children  hide  ; 

God  has  a  ftrong  pavilion,  where 
He  makes  my  foul  abide. 

5  Now  fhall  my  head  be  lifted  high 
Above  my  foes  around, 

And  fongs  of  joy  and  victory 
Within  thy  temple  found. 

PSALM  XXVII.  ver.  8,  9,  13,  14.  Second  part 
Common  Metre. 

Prayer  and  hope. 

1  QOON  as  I  heard  my  father  fay, 
O     "  Ye  children,  feek  my  face," 

My  heart  reply'd  without  delay, 
«  I'll  feek  my  Father's  face." 

2  Let  not  thy  face  be  hid  from  me, 
Nor  frown  my  foul  away ; 

God  of  my  life,  I  fly  to  thee 
In  a  diftreffing  day. 

3  Should  friends  and  kindred  near  and  dear 
.   Leave  me  to  want  or  die, 

My  God  would  make  my  life  his  care, 
And  all  my  need  fupply. 


80  PSALMS. 

4  My  fainting  flefh  had  died  with  grief 
Had  not  my  foul  believ'd, 

To  fee  thy  grace  provide  relief, 
Nor  was  my  hope  deceiv'd. 

5  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  faints, 
And  keep  your  courage  up  ; 

He'll  raife  your  fpirit  when  it  faints, 
And  far  exceed  your  hope. 

PSALM  XXVIII.     Long  Metre. 
God  the  refuge  of  the  qffliBed. 

1  nr° thee'  ° Lord' i  raife  mY  cHes» 

X       M7  fervent  prayer  in  mercy  hear ; 
*or  rum  waits  my  trembling  foul, 
If  thou  refufe  a  gracious  ear. 

2  When  fuppliant  tow'rd  thy  holy  hill,- 
I  lift  my  mournful  hands  to  pray, 

Afford  thy  grace,  nor  drive  me  ftill 
With  impious  hypocrites  away. 

3  To  fons  of  falfehood,  that  defpife 
The  works  and  wonders  of  thy  reign, 

Thy  vengeance  gives  the  due  reward, 
And  finks  their  fouls  to  endlefs  pain. 

4  But  ever  bleffed  be  the  Lord, 

Whofe  mercy  hears  my  mournful  voice, 
My  heart,  that  trufted  in  his  word, 
In  his  falvatton  mail  rejoice. 


PSALMS.  81 

5  Let  ev'ry  faint,  in  fore  diftrefs, 
By  faith  approach  his  Saviour  God  j 

Then  grant,  O  Lord,  thy  pardoning  grace, 
And  feed  thy  church  with  heavenly  food. 

PSALM  XXIX.    Long  Metre. 
Storm  and  thunder. 

1  /^  IVE  to  the  Lord,  ye  fons  of  fame, 
V-T     Give  to  the  Lord  renown  and  power, 

Afcribe  due  honours  to  his  name, 
And  his  eternal  might  adore. 

2  The  Lord  proclaims  his  power  aloud 
Thro'  every  ocean,  every  land  j 

His  voice  divides  the  wat'ry  cloud, 
And  lightnings  blaze  at  his  command. 

3  He  fpeaks,  and  tempeft,  hail,  and  wind, 
Lay  the  wide  foreft  bare  around  \ 

The  fearful  hart  and  frighted  hind 
Leap  at  the  terror  of  the  found. 

4-  To  Lebanon  he  turns  his  voice ; 

And  lo,  the  ftately  cedars  break : 
The  mountains  tremble  at  the  noife, 

The  vallies  roar,  the  defarts  quake. 

5  The  Lord  fits  fov'reign  on  the  flood, 
The  thund'rer  reigns  for  ever  king : 

But  makes  his  church  his  bleft  abode, 
Where  we  his  awful  glories  fing. 
L 


82  PSALMS. 

6  In  gentler  language,  there  the  Lord 
The  counfel  of  his  grace  imparts  : 

Amidft  the  raging  ftorm,  his  word 

Speaks  peace  and  courage  to  our  hearts. 

PSALM  XXX.     Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 
Sicknefs  healed,  and  forroivs  removed. 

1  'If  WILL  extol  thee,  Lord,  on  high, 
X.      At  thy  command  difeafes  fly, 
Who  but  a  God  can  fpeak  and  fave 
From  the  dark  borders  of  the  grave  ? 

2  Sing  *o  the  Lord,  ye  faints,  and  prove 
How  large  his  grace,  how  kind  his  love, 
Let  all  your  pow'rs  rejoice,  and  trace 
The  wond'rous  records  of  his  grace. 

3  His  anger  but  a  moment  flays ; 
His  love  is  life  and  length  of  days ; 
Though  grief  and  tears  the  night  employ, 
The  morning  ftar  reftores  the  joy. 

PSALM  XXX.    ver.  6.     Second  part.     Long 
Metre. 

Health,  Jtcknefs,  and  recovery. 

1  iMRM  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bright, 
J7  And  I  prefum'd  'twould  ne'er  be  night  j 
Fondly  I  faid  within  my  heart, 

"  Pleafure  and  peace  fhall  ne'er  depart." 

2  But  I  forgot  thine  arm  was  ftrong, 
Which  made  my  mountain  Hand  fo  long  j 
Soon  as  thy  face  began  to  hide, 

My  health  was  gone,  my  comforts  died. 


PSALMS.  83 

3  I  cried  aloud  to  thee  my  God ; 

"  What  canft'  thou  profit  by  my  blood  ? 

"  Deep  in  the  duft  can  I  declare 

«  Thy  truth,  or  fing  thy  goodnefs  there  ? 

4  "  Hear  me,  O  God  of  grace,  I  faid, 

«  And  bring  me  from  among  the  dead  :" 
Thy  word  rebuk'd  the  pains  I  felt, 
Thy  pard'ning  love  remov'd  my  guilt. 

5  My  groans,  and  tears,  and  forms  of  wo, 
Are  turn'd  to  joy  and  praifes  now  ; 

I  throw  my  fackcloth  on  the  ground, 
And  eaie  and  gladnefs  gird  me  round. 

6  My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame, 
Shall  ne'er  be  filent  of  thy  name  ; 

Thy  praife  fhall  found  through  earth  and  heav'n, 
For  ficknefs  heal'd,  and  fins  forgiv'n. 

PSALM  XXXI.    ver.  5,  13,— 19,  22,  23.    Firft 
part.    Common  Metre. 

Deliverance  from  death. 

1  np  O  thee,  O  God  of  truth  and  love, 

X        My  fpirit  I  commit ; 
Thou  haft  redeem'd  my  foul  from  death, 
And  fav'd  me  from  the  pit. 

2  Defpair  and  comfort,  hope  and  fear, 
Maintain' d  a  doubtful  ftrife  ; 

While  forrow,  pain,  and  fi»  confpir'd 
To  take  away  my  life.. 


**  PSALMS. 

3  «  My  time  is  in  thy  hand,"  I  cried, 
«  Though  I  drew  near  the  duft  :* 

Thou  art  the  refuge  where  I  hide, 
The  God  in  whom  I  truft. 

4  Oh  make  thy  reconciled  face 
Upon  thy  fervant  fhine, 

And  fave  me  for  thy  mercy's  fake, 
For  I'm  entirely  thine. 

pause. 

5  'Twas  in  my  hafte,  my  fpirit  faid, 
"  I  mull  defpair  and  die, 

"  I  am  cut  off  before  thine  eyes ;" 
But  thou  haft  heard  my  cry. 

6  Thy  goodnefs  how  divinely  free 
How  fweet  thy  fmiling  face, 

To  thofe  that  fear  thy  majefty, 
And  truft  thy  promis'd  grace. 

7  Oh  love  the  Lord,  all  ye  his  faints, 
And  fing  his  praifes  loud ; 

He'll  bend  his  ear  to  your  complaints, 
And  recompenfe  the  proud. 

PSALM  XXXI.   ver.  7,-33,  11,-21.  Second 
part.     Common  Metre. 

deliverance  from  Jlander  and  reproach. 

1    TV/T Y  l*eart  teioices  in  %  name, 
-LVX      My  God,  my  heav'nly  truft  ; 

Thou  haft  preferv'd  me  free  from  frame, 
Mine  honour  from  the  duft  ;  - 


PSALMS.  85 

2  «  My  life  is  fpent  with  grief,"  I  cried, 
«  My  years  confum'd  in  groans, 

<«  My  ftrength  decays,  mine  eyes  are  dried, 
*  And  forrow  waftes  my  bones." 

3  Among  mine  enemies  my  name 
A  proverb  vile  was  grown, 

While  to  my  neighbours  I  became 
Forgotten  and  unknown. 

4  Slander  and  fear  on  ev'ry  fide 
Seiz'd  and  befet  me  round, 

I  to  thy  throne  of  grace  applied,  ' 
And  fpeedy  refcue  found. 

PAUSE. 

5  How  great  deliv'rance  thou  haft  wrought 
Before  the  fons  of  men  ! 

The  lying  lips  to  filence  brought, 
And  made  their  boafting  vain  ! 

6  Thy  children  from  the  ftrife  of  tongues 
Shall  thy  pavilion  hide, 

Guard  them  from  infamy  and  wrongs* 
And  crufh  the  fons  of  pride. 

7  Within  thy  fecret  prefence,  Lord, 
Let  me  for  ever  dwell : 

No  fenced  city,  wall'd  and  barr'd, 
Secures  a  faint  fo  well. 

PSALM  XXXII.     Short  Metre* 

Forgivenefs  of  fins  upon  confeffion. 

I    /^\H  blefled  fouls  are  they 

\^Jr     Whofe  fins  are  cover'd  o'er ! 
Divinely  blefs'd  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more. 


86  PSALMS. 

2  They  mourn  their  follies  paft, 
And  keep  their  hearts  with  care. 

Their  lips  and  lives  without  cleceit 
Shall  prove  their  faith  fincere. 

3  While  I  conceal'd  my  guilt, 
I  felt  the  fefVring  wound, 

'Till  I  confefs'd  my  fins  to  thee, 
And  ready  pardon  found. 

4  Let  fmners  learn  to  pray, 

Let  faints  keep  near  the  throne ; 
Our  help  in  times  of  deep  diflrefs 
Is  found  in  God  alone. 

PSALM  XXXII.     Common  Metre.- 

Free  pardon  and  fincere  obedienct ;  or,  ConfeJJion  and 
forgivenefs, 

1  T  TOW  blefs'd  the  man  to  whom  his  God 
JLJL     No  more  imputes  his  fin, 

But  wafh'd  in  the  redeemer's  blood, 
Hath  made  his  garments  clean  ! 

2  And  bleft:  beyond  expreflion  he 
Whofe  debts  are  thus  difcharg'd; 

While  from  the  guilty  bondage  free 
He  feels  his  foul  enlarg'd. 

3  His  fpirit  hates  deceit  and  lies, 
His  words  are  all  fincere ; 

He  guards  his  heart,  he  guards  his  eyes,. 
To  keep  his  conscience  clear. 


PSALMS.  87 

4  While  I  my  inward  .guilt  fuppreft, 
No  quiet  could  I  find ; 

Thy  wrath  lay  burning  in  my  breaft, 
And  rack'd  my  tortur'd  mind. 

5  Then  I  confefs'd  my  troubled  thoughts, 
My  fecret  fins  reveal'd, 

Thy  pard'ning  grace  forgave  my  faults, 
Thy  grace  my  pardon  feal'd. 

6  This  fhall  invite  thy  faints  to  pray ; 
When  like  a  raging  flood 

Temptations  rife,  our  ftrength  and  flay 
Is  a  forgiving  God. 

PSALM  XXXII.    FirftPart.    Long  Metre. 

Repentance  and  free  pardon;  or,  Justification  and 
JanEivfication. 

1  T>  LESS'B  is  the  man  for  ever  blefs'd, 
J3     Whofe  guilt  is  pardon'd  by  his  God, 

Whofe  fins  with  forrow  are  confefs'd, 
And  cover'd  with  his  Saviour's  blood. 

2  Before  his  judgment  feat  the  Lord 
No  more  permits  his  crimes  to  rife ; 

He  pleads  no  merit  of  reward, 

And  not  on  works,  but  grace,  relies. 

3  From  guile  his  heart  and  lips  are  free, 
His  humble  joy,  his  holy  fear, 

With  deep  repentance  well  agree, 
And  join  to  prove  his  faith  fincere, 


88  PSALMS. 

4  How  glorious  is  that  righteoufnefs 
That  hides  and  cancels  all  his  fins  ? 

While  a  bright  evidence  of  grace 

Through  all  his  life  appears  and  mines. 

PSALM  XXXII.  Second  part.  Long  Metre. 

A  guilty  confcience  eafed  by  confejfion  and  pardon. 

1  "TXTHILE  I  keep  filence  and  conceal 

V  V     My  heavy  guilt  within  my  heart, 
What  torments  doth  my  confcience  feel ! 
What  agonies  of  inward  fmart  ! 

2  I  fpread  my  fins  before  the  Lord, 
And  all  my  fecret  faults  confefs  ; 

Thy  gofpel  fpeaks  a  pard'ning  word, 
Thine  holy  fpirit  feals  the  grace. 

3  For  this  fhall  every  humble  foul 
Make  fwift  addreffes  to  thy  feat  \ 

When  floods  of  huge  temptations  roll, 
There  fhall  they  find  a  blefs'd  retreat. 

4  How  fafe  beneath  thy  wings  I  lie, 
When  days  grow  dark,  and  ftorms  appear  \ 

And  when  I  walk,  thy  watchful  eye 
Shall  guide  me  fafe  from  ev'ry  fnare. 

PSALM  XXXIII.  Firft  part.  Common  Metre 

Works  of  Creation  and  Providence. 

I  X)  EJOICE,  ye  righteous  in  the  Lord, 

X\,  This  work  belongs  to  you  : 
Sing  of  his  name,  his  ways,  his  word  I 

How  holy,  juft  and  true  ! 


PSALMS.  8y 

2  His  mercy  and  his  righteoufnefs 
Let  heav'n  and  earth  proclaim  j 

His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace 
Reveal  his  wond'rous  name. 

3  His  word  with  energy  divine 
Thofe  heavenly  arches  fpread, 

Bade  ftarry  hofts  around  them  mine, 
And  light  the  heav'ns  pervade. 

4  He  taught  the  fwelling  waves  to  flow 
To  their  appointed  deep  ; 

Bade  raging  feas  their  limits  know, 
And  (till  their  ftation  keep. 

5  Ye  tenants  of  the  fpacious  earth, 
With  fear  before  him  ftand  : 

He  fpake,  and  nature  took  its  birth, 
And  refts  on  his  command. 

6  He  fcorns  the  angry  nations  rage, 
And  breaks  their  vain  defigns  ; 

His  counfel  ftands  through  every  age, 
And  in  full  glory  mines. 

PSALM  XXXIII.  Second  part.  Common  Metre 

Creatures  vain,  and  God  all-fujficietit. 
1   TJ  LESS'D  is  the  nation  where  the  Lord 

J3  Hath  nVd  his„gracious  throne  ; 
Where  he  reveals  his  heav'nly  word, 

And  calls  their  tribes  his  own. 

His  eye,  with  infinite  furvey, 

Does  the  whole  world  behold ; 
He  formM  us  all  of  equal  clay, 

And  knows  our  feeble  mould. 
M 


9©  PSALMS. 

3  Kings  are  not  refcu'd  by  the  force; 
Of  armies  from  the  grave  *, 

Nor  fpeed  nor  courage  of  an  horfe 
Can  his  bold  rider  fave. 

4  Vain  is  the  ftrength  of  beafts  or  men  % 
Nor  fprings  our  fafety  thence  j 

But  holy  fouls  from  God  obtain 
A  ftrong  and  fure  defence. 

5  God  is  their  fear,  and  God  their  truft  •, 
When  plagues  or  famine  fpread, 

His  watchful  eye  fecures  thejuft 
Among  ten  thoufand  dead. 

6  Lord,  let  our  hearts  in  thee  rejoice, 
And  blefs  us  from  thy  throne ; 

For  we  have  made  thy  word  our  choice, 
And  truft  thy  grace  alone. 

PSALM  XXXIII.  As  the  II  3th  Pfalrn. 
Firft  part. 

Works  of  creation  and  Providence. 

1  "VT'E  holy  fouls  in  God  rejoice, 

X  tfour  Maker's  praife  becomes  your  voice, 
Great  is  your  theme,  your  fongs  be  new  •, 

Sing  of  his  name,  his  word,  his  ways, 

His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace, 
How  wife  and  holy,  juft  and  true  ! 

2  Behold,  to  earth's  remoteft  ends 
His  goodnefs  flows,  his  truth  extends  *, 

His  pow'r  the  heav'nly  arches  fpread  j 
His  y/ord  with  energy  divine, 
IJade  ftarry  hofts  around  them  fhine, 

And  light  the  circling  heav'ns  pe*vade. 


PSALMS.  91 

)  His  hand  cdile&s  the  flowing  feas  ; 
Thole  wat'ry  tre'afures  know  their  place, 

And  fill  the  ftore-houfe  of  the  deep  ; 
He  fpake,  and  gave  all  nature  birth  ; 
And  fires  and  feas,  and  heav'n  and  earth, 

His  everlafting  orders  keep. 

t  Let  mortals  tremble  and  adore 
A  God  of  fuch  refiftlefs  pow'r, 

Nor  dare  indulge  their  feeble  rage  ; 
Vain  are  your  thoughts,  and!  weak  your  handar 
But  his  eternal  eounfel  Hands, 

And  rules  the  world  from  age  to  age. 

PSALM  XXXIII.     As  the  112th  Pfalm. 
Second  part. 

Creatures  vain,  and  God  all-fujjicient.  ■ 

i.    /~\H  happy  nation,  where  the  Lord 
V-/      Reveals  the  treafure  of  his  word,. 
And  builds  his  church,  hi*  earthly  throne ! 
•His  eye  the  heathen  world  furveys,  , 

He  form'd  their  hearts,  he  knows  their  ways? 
But  God  their  maker  is  unknown. 


•2  Let  kings  rely  upon  their  hoft, 
And  of  his  ftrength  the  champion  boa 

In  vain  they  boaft,  In  vain  rely  j 
In  vain  we  trufl  the  brutal  force, 
Or  fpeed  or  courage  of  an  horfe, 

To  guard  his  rider,  or  to  fly. 


ftj 


02  psalms; 

3  The  arm  of  our  almighty  Lord 
Doth  more  fecure  defence  afford, 

When  deaths  or  dangers  threat'ning  ftand  ; 
Thy  watchful  eye  preferves  the  juft, 
Who  make  thy  name  their  fear  and  truft, 

When  wars  or  famine  wafte  the  iand. 

4  In  ficknefs  or  the  blopdy  field, 
Our  great  phyfician  and  our  fhield 

Shall  fend  falvation  from  his  throne ; 
We  wait  to  fee  thy  goodnefs  fhine  ; 
Let  us  rejoice  in  help  divine, 

For  all  our  hope  is  God  alone. 

PSALM  XXXIV.    Firftpart.    Long  Metre. 

God's  care  of  'the  faints :  or,  Deliverance  by  prayer. 

X  T     ORD,  I  will  blefs  thee  all  my  days, 

1  j     Thy  praife  fhall  dwell  upon  my  tongue 
My  foul  fhall  glory  in  thy  grace, 

While  faints  rejoice  to  hear  the  fong, 

2  Come  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 
Let  ev'ry  heart  exalt  his  name  ; 

I  fought  th'  eternal  God,  and  he 
Has  not  expps'd  my  hope  to  fhame. 

3  I  told  him  all  my  fecret  grief, 

My  fecret  groaning  reach'd  his  ears ; 
He  gave  my  inward  pains  relief, 
And  calm'd  the  tumult  of  my  fears. 

4f  To  him  the  poor  lift  up  their  eyes, 
With  heav'nly  joy  their  faces  fhine, 

A  beam  of  mercy  from  the  fkies 

Fills  them  with  light  and  love  divine. 


PSALMS.  93 

5  His  holy  angels  pitch  their  tents 
Around  the  men  that  ferve  the  Lord  -r 

Oh  fear  and  love  him,  all  his  faints, 
Tafte  of  his  grace  and  truft  his  word. 

6  The  wild  young  lions,  pinch'd  with  pain 
And  hunger,  roar  through  all  the  wood  ; 

But  none  (hall  feek  the  Lord  in  vain, 
Nor  want  fupplies  of  real  good. 

PSALM  XXXIV.    ver.  11,-22.  Second  part. 
Long  Metre. 

Religious  education  ;  or,  Injlruclions  of  piety. 

1  /CHILDREN*,  in  years  and  knowledge  young, 
V^     Your  parents'  hope,  your  parents'  joy, 

Attend  the  counfels  of  my  tongue, 

Let  pious  thoughts  your  minds  employ. 

2  If  you  defire  a  length  of  days, 

And  peace,  to  crown  your  mortal  ftate, 
Reftrain  your  feet  from  impious  ways, 
Your  lips  from  flander  and  deceit. 

3  The  eyes  of  God  regard  his  faints, 
His  ears  are  open  to  their  cries ; 

He  fets  his  frowning  face  againft 
The  fons  of  violence  and  lies. 

4f  To  humble  fouls  and  broken  hearts 

God  with  his  grace  is  ever  nigh ; 
Pardon  and  hope  his  love  imparts, 

When  men  in  deep  contrition  lie; 


9*  PSALMS. 

5  He  tells  their  tears,  he  counts  their  groans, 
His  Son  redeems  their  fouls  from  death 

His  fpirit  heals  their  broken  bones, 

His  praife  employs  their  tuneful  breath. 

PSALM  XXXIV.    ver.  1,-10.    Fird  par:. 
Common  Metre. 

Prayer  mid  praife  for  eminent  deliverance. 

1  T  'LL  blefs  the  Lord  from  day  to  day  j 
JL      How  good  are  all  his  ways  ! 

Ye  humble  fouls  that  ufe  to  pray, 
Come,  help  my  lips  to  praife. 

2  Sing  to  the  honour  of  his  name, 
How  a  poor  fuff'rer  cry'd, 

Nor  was  his  hope  expos'd  to  fliame, 
Nor  was  his  fuit  deny'd. 

3  When  threat'ning  forrows  round  me  Qtoo&r 
And  endlefs  fears  arofe, 

Like  the  loud  billows  of  a  flood', 
Redoubling  all  my  woes, 

4  I  told  the  Lord  my  fore  diftrefs, 
With  heavy  groans  and  tears  ; 

He  gave  my  fUarpeft  torments  eafe, 
And  illenc'd  all  my  fears. 

PAUSE. 

[5  O  iinners,  come  and  tafte  his  love. 

Come  learn  his  pleafant  ways, 
And  let  your  own  experience  prove 

The  fweetnefs  of  his  grace. 


PSALMS.  95 

t?  He  bids  the  angels  pitch  their  tents 

Round  where  his  children  dwell : 
\Vhat  ills  their  heav'nly  care  prevents 

No  earthly  tongue  can  tell.] 

[  7  O  love  tht  Lord,  ye  faints  of  his  j 

His  eye  regards  the  juft  ! 
How  richly  blefs'd  their  portion  is 

Who  make  the  Lord  their  truft  ! 

8  Young  lions,  pinch'd  with  hunger,  roar, 

And  famifh  in  the  wood  : 
But  God  fupplies  his  holy  poor 

With  ev'ry  needful  good.] 

PSALM  XXXIV.    ver.  11,-22.     Second  par:. 
Common  Metre. 

Exhortation  to  peace  and  holinefs* 

1  fi  OME,  children,  learn  to  fear  the  Lord, 
V>      And  that  your  days  be  long, 

Let  not  a  falfe  or  fpiteful  word 
Be  found  upon  your  tongue. 

2  Depart  from  mifchief,  pra&ife  love, 
Purfue  the  works  of  peace  ; 

So  fhall  the  Lord  your  ways  approve, 
And  fet  your  fouls  at  eafe. 

3  His  eyes  awake  to  guard  the  juft. 
His  ears  attend  their  cry : 

When  broken  fpirits  dwell  in  duft, 
The  God  of  grace  r§  nigh. 


9ff  PSALMS. 

4  What  though  the  forrows  here  they  tafte 
Are  fharp  and  tedious  too, 

The  Lord  who  faves  them  all  at  laft, 
Is  their  fupportcr  now. 

5  Evil  fhall  fmite  the  wicked  dead  : 
But  God  fecures  his  own, 

Prevents  the  mifchief  when  they  Hide, 
Or  heals  the  broken  bone. 

6  When  defolation,  like  a  flood, 
O'er  the  proud  finner  rolls, 

Saints  find  a  refuge  in  their  God, 
For  he  redeem'd  their  fouls. 

PSALM  XXXV.    ver.   12,  13,14.    Common 
Metre. 

Love  to  enemies ;  or,  The  love  of.  Chrijl  to  finner sy 
typified  in  David. 

1  TOEHOLD  the  love,  the  gen'rous  love, 
J3     That  holy  David  fhows  : 

Behold  his  kind  companion  move, 
For  his  ami&ed  foes  ! 

2  When  they  are  fick  his  foul  complains, 
And  feems  to  feel  the  fmart ; 

The  fpirit  of  the  gofpel  reigns, 
And  melts  his  pious  heart. 

3  How  did  hfs  flowing  tears  condole. 
As  for  a  brother  dead  ! 

And  falling,  mortify'd  his  foul* 
While  for  their  life  he  pray'd. 


PSALMS.  9? 


*  They  groan'd,  and  cursMhim  on  their  bed, 

YeU  itiU  he  pleads  and  mourns  •; 
And  double  bleffings  on  his  head 

The  righteous  God  returns. 

.3  O  glorious  type  of  heav'nly  grace  ! 

Thus  Chriit  the  Lord -appears  : 
While  Tinners  curfe,  the  Saviour  pray :»\ 

And  pities  them  with  teurs. 

6  He,  the  true  David,  IfraTs  king, 

Blefs'd  and  belov'd  of  God, 
To  fave  us  rebels  dead  in  fin 

Paid  his  own  deareft  blood, 

PSALM  XXXVI.  ver.  5,-9.  Long  Men*. 

The  perfections  and  providence  of  God  ;  or,   General 
'  providence  andfpecial  grace. 

1  TTIGH  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God, 
X  jL     Thy  goodnefs  in  full  glory  mines  j 

Thy  truth  fliall  break  through  ev'ry  cloud 
That  veils  and  darkens  thy  defigns. 

2  For  evej."  firm- thy  juftice  (lands, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep  j 
Wife  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands, 

Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep,  I 

o  Thy  providence  is  kind  and  large, 
Both  man  and  beail  thy  bounty  (hare  •, 

The  whole  creation  is  thy  charge, 
But  faints  are  thy  peculiar  care. 
N 


98  PSALMS. 

4  My  God  !  how  excellent  thy  grace  ; 
Whence  all  our  hope  and  comfort  fprings ; 

The  fons  of  Adam  in  diftrefs 
Fly  to  the  fhadow  of  thy  wings. 

5  From  the  provifions  of  thy  houfe 
We  (hall  be  fed  with  fweet  repafl ; 

There  mercy,  like  a  river,  flows, 
And  brings  falvation  to  our  tafte. 

6  Life,  like  a  fountain  rich  and  free, 
Springs  from  the  prefence  of  my  Lord ; 

And  in  thy  light  our  fouls  (hall  fee 
The  glories  promis'd  in  thy  word. 

PSALM  XXXVI.  ver.  1,  2,  5,  6,  7,  9.  Common 
Metre. 

Practical  atheifm  expofed ;  or,  The  being  and  attri- 
butes of  God  ajferted. 

1  "VXTHILE  men  grow  bold  in  wicked  ways, 

V  V        And  yet  a  God  they  own, 
My  heart  within  me  often  fays, 

"  Their  thoughts  believe  there's  none.'* 

2  Their  thoughts  and  ways  at  once  declare, 
(Whate'er  their  lips  profefs) 

God  hath  no  wrath  for  them  to  fear, 
Nor  will  they  feek  his  grace. 

3  How  ftrange  felf-flatt'ry  blinds  their  eyes  ! 
But  there's  a  haft'ning  hour 

When  they  fhall  fee,  with  fore  furprife, 
The  terrors  of  thy  pow'r. 


PSALMS.  99 

4  Thy  juftice  fhall  maintain  its  throne, 
Though  mountains  melt  away  ; 

Thy  judgments  are  a  world  unknown, 
A  deep  unfathom'd  fea. 

5  Above  thefe  heav'ns'  created  rounds 
Thy  mercies,  Lord,  extend ; 

Thy  truth  outlives  the  narrow  bounds 
Where  time  and  nature  end. 

6  Safety  to  man  thy  goodnefs  brings, 
Nor  overlooks  the  beaft  ; 

Beneath  the  fhadow  of  thy  wings 
Thy  children  choofe  to  reft. 

[7  From  thee,  when  creature-ftreams  run  low, 

And  mortal  comforts  die, 
Perpetual  fprings  of  life  mail  flow, 

And  raife  our  pleafures  high. 

8  Though  all  created  light  decay, 

And  death  clofe  up  our  eyes, 
Thy  prefence  makes  eternal  day, 

Where  clouds  can  never  rife.] 

PSALM  XXXVI.    ver.  1,-7.    Short  Metre. 

T^e  ivichednefs  of  man,  and  the  majefly  of  God ;  or, 
PraElical  atheifm  expofed, 

1  T71  THEN  man  grows  bold  in  fin, 
V  V       My  heart  within  me  cries, 
«  He  hath  no  faith  of  God  within, 
«  Nor  fear  before  his  eyes." 


100  PSALMS. 

[2  He  walks  a  while  conceal'd, 

In  a  felf-flatt'ring  dream, 
Till  his  dark  crimes,  at  once  reveal'd, 

Expofe  his  hateful  name.] 

3  His  heart  is  falfe  and  foul, 

His  words  are  fmooth  and  fair ; 
Wifdom  is  ban  ifh'd  from  his  foul, 
And  leaves  no  goodnefs  there. 

4  He  plots  upon  his  bed 
New  mifchiefs  to  -fulfil ; 

He  fets  his  heart,  and  hand,  and  head, 
To  pra&ife  all  that's  iil. 

5  But  there's  a  dreadful  .God, 
Though  men  renounce  his  fear, 

His  juftice  hid  behind  the  cloud 

Shall  one  great  day  appear. 
(5  His  truth  tranfcends  the  fky,  . 

In  heav'n  his  mercies  dwell ; 
Deep  as  the  fea  his  judgments  lie, 

His  anger  burns  to  hell. 
7  How  excellent  his  love, 

Whence  all  our  fafety  fprings ! 

0  never  let  my  foul  remove 
From  underneath  his  wings  ! 

PSAI^M  XXXVII.    ver.  1,-15.     Firft  part. 
Common  Metre. 

The  cure  cf  envy,  fretfulnefsy  and  unbelief :  or,   Th( 
rewards  of  the  righteous  and  the  tuicked. 

1  TT7HY  fhould  I  vex  my  foul,  and  fret 

V  V       To  fee  the  wicked  rife  I 
Or  envy  fmners  waxing  great 
By  violence  and  lies  ? 


PSALMS.  I0i 

12  As  now'ry  grafs,  cut  down  at  noon. 
Before  the  ev'ning  fades. 

So  (hall  their  glories  vanifh  foon 
In  everlafting  fhades. 

13  Then  let  me  make  the  Lord  my  {run:. 
And  praclife  all  that's  good ; 

So  fhali  I  dwell  among  the  juft, 
And  he'll  provide  me  food. 

4  I  to  my  God  my  ways  commit. 
And  cheerful  wait  his  will  -, 

Thy  hand,  which  guides  my  doubtful  itQt, 
Shall  my  defires  fulfil. 

5  Mine  innocence  (halt  thou  difplay, 
And  make  thy  judgments  known,     . 

Fair  as  the  light  of  dawning  day, 
And  glorious  as  the  noon. 

G  The  meek  at  laft  the  earth  pofTefs, 

And  are  the  heirs  of  heav'n  ; 
True  riches,  with  abundant  peace, 

To  humble  fouls  are  giv'n. 

PAUSE. 

7  Reft  in  the  Lord,  and  keep  his  way, 
Nor  let  your  anger  rife, 

Though  providence  mould  long  delay 
To  punifh  haughty  vice. 

8  Let  finners  join  to  break  your  peace, 
And  plot,  and  rage,  and  foam  : 

The  Lord  derides  them  for  he  fees 
Their  day  of  vengeance  come. 


102  PSALMS. 

9  They  have  drawn  out  the  threat'ning  fword, 
Have  bent  the  murd'rous  bow, 

To  flay  the  men  that  fear  the  Lord, 
And  bring  the  righteous  low. 

10  My  God  mall  break  their  bows,  and  burn 
Their  perfecuting  darts, 

Shall  their  own  fwords  againft  them  turn ; 
And  pierce  their  ftubborn  hearts.  . 

PSALM  XXXVII.  ver.  16,  21,  26,-31.  Second 
part.    Common  Metre. 

Charity   to   the  poor;    or,  Religion   in   words   and 
deeds. 

1  TTTHY  do  the  wealthy  wicked  boaft, 

V  V        And  grow  profanely  bold  ? 
The  meaneft  portion  of  the  juft 
Excels  the  finner's  gold. 

2  The  wicked  borrows  of  his  friends, 
But  ne'er  defigns  to  pay  ; 

The  faint  is  merciful,  and  lends, 
Nor  turns  the  poor  away. 

3  His  alms,  with  lib'ral  heart;  he  gives 
Amongft  the  fons  of  need  ; 

His  mem'ry  to  long  ages  lives, 
And  blefled  is  his  feed. 

4  His  lips  abhor  to  talk  profane, 
To  flander  or  defraud  •, 

His  ready  tongue  declares  to  men 
What  he  has  learn'd  of  God# 


PSALMS.  103 

5  The  law  and  gofpel  of  the  Lord 
Deep  in  his  heart  abide  ;  ' 

Led  by  the  Spirit  and  the  Word, 
His  feet  fhall  never  Aide. 

6  When  finners  fall,  the  righteous  (land 
Preferv'd  from  ev'ry  fnare  ; 

They  mail  poflefs  the  promis'd  land, 
And  dwell  for  ever  there. 

PSALM  XXXVII.    ver.   23,-37.     Third  part. 
Common  Metre. 

The  way  and  end  of  the  righteous  and  wicked. 

1  A  If  Y  God,  the  fteps  of  pious  men 
1VX.     Are  order'd  by  thy  will ; 

Though  they  fhoukl  fall,  they  rife  again, 
Thy  hand  fupports  them  ftill. 

2  The  Lord  delights  to  fee  their  ways, 
Their  virtue  he  approves  : 

He'll  ne'er  deprive  them  of  his  grace, 
Nor  leave  the  men  he  loves. 

S  The  heav'nly  heritage  is  theirs, 

Their  portion  and  their  home  ; 
He  feafts  them  now,  and  makes  them  heirs 

Of  ble flings  long  to  come. 

4  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  fons  cf  men, 

Nor  fear  when  tyrants  frown  ; 
Ye  fhall  confefs  their  pride  was  vain, 

When  juftice  cafts  them  down. 


10.*  PSALMS. 


PAUSE, 


5  The  haughty  firmer  have  I  feeii, 
Not  fearing  man  nor  God, 

Like  a  tall  bay-tree  fair  and  green. 
Spreading  his  arms  abroad. 

6  And  lo,  he  vanifh'd  from  the  ground, 
Deflroy'd  by  hands  unfcen  ; 

Nor  root,  nor  branch,  nor  leaf,  was  found, 
■    Where  all  that  pride  had  been. 

7  But  mark  the  man  of  righteoufnefs, 
Kis  fev'ral  fteps  attend  ; 

True  pleafure  runs  through  all  his  ways, 
And  peaceful  is  his  end. 

PSALM  XXXVIII.     Common  Metre.' 

Guilt  of  confcience  and  relief ;  or,  Repentance   and 
sprayer  for  pardon  and  health. 

1  A    MIDST  thy  wrath  remember  love, 
X"\_     Reftore  thy  fervant,  Lord, 

Nor  let  a  Father's  chaiVning  prove 
Like  an  avenger's  fwo'rd. 

2  Thine  arrows  flick  within  my  heart, 
My  flelri  is  forely  prefs'd  : 

Between  the  forrow  and  the  fmart 
My  lpirit  rinds  no.  reft. 

3  My  fins  a  heavy  load  appear, 
And  o'er  my  head  are  gone ; 

Too  heavy  they  for  me  to  bear, 
Too  bard  for. me  t'  atone. 


PSALMS.  105 

4  My  thoughts  are  like  a  troubled  fea, 
That  finks  my  comforts  down  ; 

And  I  go  mourning  all  the  day 
Beneath  my  Father's  frown. 

5  Lord,  I  am  weaken'd  and  difmay'd, 
None  of  my  powers  are  whole  ; 

My  wounds  with  piercing  anguifh  bleed!., 
The  anguifh  of  my  foul. 

6  All  my  defires  to  thee  are  known, 
Thine  eye  counts  every  tear, 

And  ev'ry  figh,  and  ev'ry  groan, 
Is  notic'd  by  thine  ear. 

7  Thou  art  my  God,  my  only  hope, 
My  God  will  hear  my  cry  ; 

My  God  will  bear  my  fpirit  up 
When  Satan  bids  me  die. 

[8  My  foes  rejoice  whene'er  I  Aide, 

To  fee  my  virtue  fail ; 
They  raife  their  pleafure  and  their  pride 

Whene'er  their  wiles  prevail. 

9  But  I'll  confefs  my  guilty  ways, 
And  grieve  for  all  my  fin ; 

I'll  mourn  how  weak  the  feeds  of  grace, 
And  beg  fupport  divine. 

10  My  God,  forgive  my  follies  pad, 
And  be  for  ever  nigh, 

O  Lord  of  my  falvation,  hade, 
Before  thy  fervant  die.] 

O 


106  PSALMS. 

PSALM  XXXIX.  ver.   1,  2,  3.     Firft  part. 
Common  Metre. 

Watchfulnefs  over  the  tongue  ;  or,  Prudence  and  zeal. 

1  HPHUS  Irefolv'd  before  the  Lord, 

JL  "  Now  will  I  watch  my  tongue, 
"  Left  I  let  flip  one  fmful  word, 
"  Or  do  my  neighbour  wrong." 

2  Whene'er  conftrain'd  awhile  to  ftay 
With  men  of  life  profane, 

I'll  fet  a  double  guard  that  day, 
Nor  let  my  talk  be  vain. 

3  I'll  fcarce  allow  my  lips  to  fpeak 
The  pious  thoughts  I  feel, 

Left  fcoffers  fhould  th'  occafion  take 
To  mock  my  holy  zeal. 

4  Yet  if  fome  proper  hour  appear, 
I'll  not  be  overaw'd, 

But  let  the  fcoffing  finners  hear 
That  we  can  fpeak  for  God. 

PSALM  XXXIX.  ver.  4,  5,  6,  7.  Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 

The  vanity  of  man  as  mortal. 

1    r  I  ^EACH  me  the  meafure  of  my  days, 

(L    Thou  Maker  of  my  frame  ; 
I  would  furvey  life's  narrow  fpace, 
And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 


PSALMS.  107 

-2  A  fpan  is  all  that  we  can  boafl, 

An  inch  or  two  of  time *, 
Man  is  but  vanity  and  dud 

In  all  his  flower  and  prime. 

3  See  the  vain  race  of  mortals  move 
Like  fhadows  o'er  the  plain  ; 

They  rage  and  ftrive,  defire  and  love, 
But  all  the  noife  is  vain. 

4  Some  walk  in  honour's  gaudy  (how, 
Some  dig  for  golden  ore. 

They  toil  for  heirs,  they  know  not  who 
And  ftraight  are  feen  no  more. 

5  What  mould  I  wifh  or  wait  for  then 
From  creatures,  earth  and  duft  ? 

They  make  our  expectations  vain, 
And  difappoint  our  truft. 

6  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope, 
My  fond  defires  recall : 

I  give  my  mortal  intereft  up, 
And  make  my  God  my  all. 

PSALM  XXXIX.  ver.  9,-13.  Third  part. 

Common  Metre. 
Sick-bed  devotion  ;   or,  Pleading  without  repining. 

1  £^\  OD  of  my  life,  look  gently  down, 
VJT  Behold  the  pains  I  feel ; 

But  I  am  dumb  before  thy  throne, 
Nor  dare  difpute  thy  will. 

2  Difeafes  are  thy  fervants,  Lord, 
They  come  at  thy  command ; 

I'll  not  attempt  a  murm'ring  word 
Againft  thy  chaft'ning  hand. 


108  PSALMS 

3  Yet  I  may  plead  with  humble  cries, 
Remove  thy  fharp  rebukes ; 

My  ftrength  confumes,  my  fpirit  dies, 
Through  thy  repeated  ftrokes. 

4  Crufh'd  as  a  moth  beneath  thy  hand, 
We  moulder  to  the  duft : 

Our  feeble  pow'rs  can  ne'er  withftand, 
And  all  our  beauty's  loft. 

5  I'm  but  ftranger  here  below. 
As  all  my  fathers  were  j 

May  I  be  well  prepar'd  to  go, 
When  I  thy  fummons  hear  ! 

6  But  if  my  life  be  fpar'd  awhile 
Before  my  laft  remove, 

Thy  praife  fhail  be  my  bus'nefs  ftill, 
And  I'll  declare  thy  love. 

PSALM  XL.  ver.  1,  2,  5,  5,   17.     Firft  part. 
Common  Metre. 

A  Jong  of  deliverance  from  great  diflrefs. 

1  T  WAITED  patient  for  the  Lord, 
J[  He  bow'd  to  hear  my  cry ; 

He"law  me  refting  on  his  word, 
And  brought  falvation  nigh. 

2  He  rais'd  me  from  a  horrid  pit, 
Where  mourning  long  I  lay, 

And  from  my  bonds  releas'd  my  feet, 
Deep  bonds  of  miry  clay* 


PSALMS.  101) 

3  Firm  on  a  rock  he  made  me  (land, 

And  taught  my  cheerful  tongue 
To  praife  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 

In  a  new  thankful  fong. 

4-  I'll  fpread  his  works  of  grace  abroad; 

The  faints  with  joy  fhall  hear, 
And  finners  learn  to  make  my  God 

Their  only  hope  and  fear. 

5  How  many  are  thy  thoughts  of  love  ; 
Thy  mercies,  Lord,  how  great  ! 

We  have  not  words  nor  hours  enough 
Their  numbers  to  repeat. 

6  When  I'm  afflicted,  poor  and  low, 
And  light  and  peace  depart, 

My  God  beholds  my  heavy  wo, 
And  bears  me  on  his  heart. 

PSALM  XL.  6,-9.  Second  part.  Common  Metre. 

The  incarnation  and  facrifice  of  Chrift. 

1  '"T^HUS  faith  the  Lord,  "Your  work  is  vain, 

X     «  Give  your  burnt-offerings  o'er, 
"  In  dying  goats  and  bullocks  flain 
"  My  foul  delights  no  more." 

2  Then  fpake  the  Saviour,  "  Lo,  I'm  here, 
"  My  God,  to  do  thy  will  ; 

"  Whate'er  thy  facred  books  declare, 
Thy  fervant  fhall  fulfil. 

3  "  Thy  love  is  ever  in  my  fight, 
"  I  keep  it  near  my  heart  ; 

«  Mine  eyes  are  open'd  with  delight 
«  To  what  thy  lips  impart." 


110  PSALMS. 

4  And  fee  !  the  blefs'd  Redeemer  comes  ! 
Th'  eternal  Son  appears, 

And  at  th'  appointed  time  afiumes 
The  body  God  prepares. 

5  Much  lie  reveal'd  his  Father's  grace, 
And  much  his  truth  he  fhew'd, 

And  preach'd  the  way  of  righteoufnefs 
Where  great  afTemblies  flood. 

6  His  Father's  honour  touch'd  his  heart : 
He  pitied  finners  cries, 

And  to  fulfil  a  Saviour's  part 
Was  made  a  facrince. 

PAUSE. 

7  No  blood  of  beafts  on  altars  fhed 
Could  wafh  the  confeience  clean, 

But  the  rich  facrifice  he  paid 
Atones  for  all  our  fin. 

8  Then  was  the  great  falvation  fpread, 
And  Satan's  kingdom  fhook  ; 

Thus  by  the  woman's  promis'd  feed 
The  ferpent's  head  was  broke. 

PSALM  XL.    ver.  5,— 10.    Long  Metre. 

Chrijl  our  facrifice. 

1    t  a  ^HE  wonders,  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrought, 
f,       Exceed  our  praife,  furmount  our  thought  -y 
Should  I  attempt  the  long  detail, 
My  fpeech  would  faint,  my  numbers  fail. 


PSALMS.  Ill 

2  No  blood  of  beads,  on  altars  fpilt, 

Can  cleanfe  the  foul  of  man  from  guilt ; 
But  thou  haft  fet  before  our  eyes 
An  all-fuflicient  facrifice. 

3  Lo  !  thine  eternal  Son  appears, 
To  thy  defigns  he  bows  his  ears, 
AfTumes  a  body  well  prepar'd, 
And  well  performs  a  work  fo  hard. 

4/  "  Behold  I  come,"  the  Saviour  cries, 
With  love  and  duty  in  his  eyes ; 
"  I  come  to  bear  the  heavy  load 
"  Of  fins,  and  do  thy  will,  my  God. 

5  "  'Tis  written  in  thy  great  decree, 
"  'Tis  in  thy  book  foretold  of  me  ; 
"  I  muft  fulfil  the  Saviour's  part  -, 
"  And,  lo  !  thy  law  is  in  my  heart. 

6  "  I'll  magnify  thy  holy  law, 

"  And  rebels  to  obedience  draw, 

"  When  on  my  crofs  I'm  lifted  high, 

M  Or  to  my  crown  above  the  fky. 

7  "  The  fpirit  mall  defcend  and  fhow 

"  What  thou  haft  done,  and  what  I  do ; 

;'  The  wond'ring  world  mail  learn  thy  grace, 

"  And  all  creation  tune  thy  praiie." 

PSALM  XLI.  ver.   1,  2,  3.     Long  Metre. 
Charity  to  the  poor  ;   or,  Pity  to  the  affliEted. 

1   T3  LESS'D  is  the  man  whofe  breafh  can  move, 
JD     And  melt  with  pity  to  the  poor, 

Whofe  foul,  by  fympathizing  love, 
Feels  what  his  fellow-faints  endure. 


112  PSALMS. 

2  His  heart  contrives  for  their  relief 
More  good  than  his  own  hands  can  do ; 

He,  in  the  time  of  gen'ral  grief, 
Shall  find  the  Lord  has  mercy  too. 

3  His  foul  fhall  live  fecure  on  earth, 
With  fecret  bleffings  on  his  head, 

When  drought,  and  peftiience,  and  dearth, 
Around  him  multiply  their  dead. 

4  Or  if  he  languifh  on  his  couch, 
God  will  pronounce  his  fins  forgiv'n, 

Will  fave  him  with  a  healing  touch, 
Or  take  his  willing  foul  to  heav'n. 

PSALM  XLII.  ver.  1,-9.  Firft  part.    Common 

Metre. 

Defertion  and  hope ;  or,  Complaint  of  abfence  from 
public  nvorflrip. 

1  ^"TT"7"ITH  earned  longings  of  the  mind, 

V  V       M7  God>  t0  thee  *  took ; 
So  pants  the  hunted  hart  to  find 
And  tafte  the  cooling  brook. 

2  When  fhall  I  fee  thy  courts  of  grace, 
And  meet  my  God  again  ? 

So  long  an  abfence  from  thy  face 
My  heart  endures  with  pain. 

3  Temptations  vex  my  weary  foul, 
And  tears  are  my  repaft  ; 

The  foe  infults  without  control, 
«  And  where's  your  God  at  laft  V 


psalms.  m 

4-  'Tis  with  a  mournful  pleafure  now 

I  think  on  ancient  days  ; 
Then  to  thy  houfe  did  numbers  go, 

And  all  our  worjc  was  praife. 

5  But  why,  my  foul,  funk  down  fo  far 
Beneath  this  heavy  load  ? 

My  fpirit  why  indulge  defpair, 
And  fin  againft  my  God  ? 

6  Hope  in  the  Lord,  whofe  mighty  hand 
Can  all  thy  woes  remove, 

For  I  fhall  yet  before  him  ftand, 
And  fing  reftoring  love. 

PSALM  XLII.    ver.  6,— 11,    Second  part. 
Long  Metre. 

Melancholy    thoughts    reproved;    or,    Hope   in    af- 
fliclion. 

1  T%  /|*Y  fpirit  finks  within  me,  Lord, 
JlVX     But  I  will  call  thy  name  to  mind, 

And  times  of  paft  diftrefs  record, 

When  I  have  found  my  God  was  kind. 

2  Huge  troubles,  with  tumultuous  noife, 
Swell  like  a  fea,  and  round  me  fpread ; 

The  rifing  waves  drown  all  my  joys, 
And  roll  tremendous  o'er  my  head. 

3  Yet  will  the  Lord  command  his  love, 
When  I  addrefs  his  throne  by  day, 

Nor  in  the  night  his  grace  remove  •, 
The  night  fhall  hear  me  fing  and  pray, 

P 


JJ4  PSALMS. 

4s  I'll  caft  myfelf  before  his  feet, 

And  fay,  "  My  God,  my  heav'nly  Rock, 

•*  Why  doth  thy  love  fo  long  forget 

*  The  foul  that  groans  beneath  thy  ftroke." 

5  I'll  chide  my  heart  that  finks  fo  low  ; 

Why  fhould  my  foul  indulge  her  grief  ? 
Hope  in  the  Lord,  and  praife  him  too ; 

He  is  my  reft,  my  fure  relief. 

'6  My  God,  my  moft  exceeding  joy, 

Thy  light  and  truth  fhall  guide  me  ftill, 

Thy  word  mail  my  beft  thoughts  employ, 
And  lead  me  to  thine  heav'nly  hill. 

PSALM  XLIII.     Common  Metre. 

Safety  in  divine  protection. 

1  TUDGE  me,  O  God,  and  plead  my  caufe, 
J      Againft  a  finful  race  ; 

From  vile  oppreffion  and  deceit 
Secure  me  by  thy  grace. 

2  On  thee  my  ftedfaft  hope  depends, 
And  am  I  left  to  mourn  ? 

To  fink  in  forrows,  and  in  vain, 
Implore  thy  kind  return  ? 

3  Oh  fend  thy  light  ,to  guide  my  feet* 
And  bid  thy  truth  appear, 

ConducT:  me  to  thy  holy  hill, 
To  tafte  thy  mercies  there. 


PSALMS.  115 

4'  Then  to  thy  altar,  oh,  my  God, 

My  joyful  feet  mall  rife, 
And  my  triumphant  fong  fhall  praife 

The  God  that  rules  the  fkies. 

5  Sink  not,  my  foul,  beneath  thy  fear, 

Nor  yield  to  weak  defpair ; 
For  I  fhall  live  to  praife  the  Lord, 

And  blefs  his  guardian  care. 

PSALM  XLIV.    ver.   1,  2,  3,  8,   15,-26. 
Common  Metre. 


'L 


The  churctis  complaint  in  perfecution. 
ORD,  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  old. 


Thy  works  of  pow'r  and  grace, 
When  to  our  ears  our  fathers  told 
The  wonders  of  their  days  : 

2  They  faw  thy  beauteous  churches  rife, 
The  fpreading  gofpel  run  ; 

While  light  and  glory  from  the  Ikies 
Through  all  their  temples  fhone. 

3  In  God  they  boafted  all  the  day, 
And  in  a  cheerful  throng: 

Did  thoufands  meet  to  praife  and  pray, 
And  grace  was  all  their  fong. 

4  But  now  our  fouls  are  feiz'd  with  fhame, 
Confufion  fills  our  face, 

To  hear  the  enemy  blafpheme, 
And  fools  reproach  thy  grace. 


116  PSALMS 

5  Yet  have  we  not  forgot  our  God, 
Nor  falfely  dealt  with  heav'n, 

Nor  have  our  fteps  declin'd  the  road 
Of  duty  thou  haft  giv'n. 

6  Though  dragons  all  around  us  roar 
With  their  deftru£Hve  breath, 

And  thine  own  hand  has  bruis'd  us  fore. 
Hard  by  the  gates  of  death. 

PAUSE. 

7  We  are  expos'd  all  day  to  die, 
As  martyrs  for  thy  name  ; 

As  flieep  for  flaughter  bound  we  lie, 
And  wait  the  kindling  flame. 

8  Awake,  arife,  almighty  Lord, 
Why  fleeps  thy  wonted  grace  ? 

Why  mould  we  feem  like  men  abhqrt'd, 
Or  banifh'd  from  thy  face  ? 

9  Wilt  thou  for  ever  caft  us  off, 
And  Hill  neglect  our  cries  ? 

For  ever  hide  thine  heav'nly  love 
From  our  afflicted  eyes  I 

10  Down  to  the  duft  our  foul  is  bow'd, 
And  dies  upon  the  ground  ; 

Rife  for  our  help,  rebuke  the  proud, 
And  all  their  pow'rs  confound. 

1 1  Redeem  us  from  perpetual  fhame, 
Our  Saviour  and  our  God  ; 

We  plead  the  honours  of  thy  name, 
The  merits  of  thy  blood. 


PSALMS.  117 


PSALM  XLV.     Short  Metre. 

The  glory  of  Chrijl ;  the  fuccefs  of  the  go/pel ;  and 
the  Gentile  church. 

1  T\  IW  Y  Saviour  and  my  King, 
l_Vx     Thy  beauties  are  divine  ; 

Thy  lips  with  bleflings  overflow, 
And  ev'ry  grace  is  thine. 

2  Now  make  thy  glory  known, 
Gird  on  thy  dreadful  fword, 

And  rife  in  majefty  to  fpread 
The  conquefts  of  thy  word. 

3  Strike  through  thy  ftubborn  foes, 
Or  make  their  hearts  obey, 

Whilft  juftice,  meeknefs,  grace  and  truth 
Attend  thy  glorious  way. 

4  Thy  laws,  O  God,  are  right, 
Thy  throne  fhall  ever  (land  ; 

And  thy  victorious  gofpel  prove 
A  fceptre  in  thy  hand. 

[5  Thy  Father  and  thy  God 

Hath  without  meafure  fried 
His  Spirit,  like  a  grateful  oil, 

T'  anoint  thy  facred  head.] 

[6  Behold,  at  thy  right  hand 

The  Gentile  church  is  feen, 
A  beauteous  bride,  in  rich  attire, 

And  princes  guard  the  queen.] 


118  PSALMS. 

7  Fair  bride,  receive  his  love, 
Forget  thy  father's  houfe  ; 

Forfake  thy  gods,  thy  idol  gods* 
And  pay  thy  Lord  thy  vows. 

8  O  let  thy  God  and  King, 

Thy  fweeteft  thoughts  employ ; 
Thy  children  fhall  his  honour  fing, 
And  tafte  the  heav'nly  joy. 

PSALM  XLV.     Common  Metre. 
The  perfoiial  glories  and  government  of  ChriJ}. 

1  T'LL  fpeak  the  honours  of  my  King, 
A     His  form  divinely  fair : 

None  of  the  fons  of  mortal  race 
May  with  the  Lord  compare. 

2  Sweet  is  thy  fpeech,  and  heav'nly  grace 
Upon  thy  lips  is  fhed  ; 

Thy  God  with  blefiings  infinite 
Hath  crown'd  thy  facred  head. 

3  Gird  on  thy  fword,  victorious  prince, 
Ride  with  majeftic  fway ; 

Thy  terror  (hall  ftrike  through  thy  foes, 
And  make  the  world  obey. 

4  Thy  throne,  O  God,  for  ever  (lands, 
Thy  word  of  grace  fhall  prove 

A  peaceful  fceptre  in  thy  hands, 
To  rule  thy  faints  by  love. 


PSALMS.  119 

3  Juftice  and  truth  attend  thee  ftill, 

But  mercy  is  thy  choice  ; 
And  God,  thy  God,  thy  foul  mall  fill 

With  molt  peculiar  joys. 

PSALM  XLV.    Firft  part.    Long  Metre. 
The  glory  of  Chrift,  and  power  of  his  gofpeL 

1  "\TOW  be  my  heart  infpir'd  to  fing 
x\|      The  glories  of  my  Saviour  King, 
Jefus  the  Lord,  how  heav'nly  fair 

His  form  !  how  bright  his  beauties  are  ! 

2  O'er  all  the  fons  of  human  race 
He  mines  with  far  fuperior  grace, 
Love  from  his  lips  divinely  flows, 
And  bleffings  all  his  ftate  compofe. 

3  Drefs  thee  in  arms,  moft  mighty  Lord, 
Gird  on  the  terror  of  thy  fword, 

In  majefty  and  glory  ride 

With  truth  and  meeknefs  at  thy  fide. 

4  Thine  anger,  like  a  pointed  dart, 
Shall  pierce  the  foes  of  flubborn  heart  j 
Or  words  of  mercy,  kind  and  fweet, 
Shall  melt  the  rebels  at  thy  feet. 

5  Thy  throne,  O  God,  for  ever  ftands, 
Grace  is  the  fceptre  in  thy  hands  ; 
Thy  laws  and  works  are  juft  and  right, 
But  grace  and  juftice  thy  delight. 


120  PSALMS. 

fc  God,  thine  own  God,  has  richly  fhed 
His  oil  of  gladnefs  on  thy  head  •, 
And  with  his  facred  Spirit  bieft 
His  firft-born  fon  above  the  reft. 


PSALM  XLV.     Second  part.     Long  Metre. 
Chriji  and  his  church  ;  or.  The  myjlical  marriage. 

1  r  |  iHE  king  of  faints,  how  fair  his  face, 

:■.         Adorn'd  with  majefty  and  grace  ! 
He  comes  with  bleffings  from  above, 
And  wins  the  nations  to  his  love. 

2  At  his  right  hand  our  eyes  behold 
The  queen  array'd  in  pureft  gold  ; 
The  world  admires  her  heavenly  drefs, 
Her  robes  of  joy  and  righteoufnefs. 

3  He  forms  her  beauties  like  his  own, 
He  calls  and  feats  her  near  his  throne ; 
Fair  ftranger,  let  thine  heart  forget 
The  idols  of  thy  native  flate. 

4  So  fhall  the  king  the  more  rejoice 
In  thee  the  favorite  of  his  choice ; 
Let  him  be  lov'd  and  yet  ador'd, 
For  he's  thy  Maker  and  thy  Lord. 

5  Oh  happy  hour,  when  thou  (halt  rife 
To  his  fair  palace  in  the  Ikies, 

And  all  thy  fons  (a  numerous  train ) 
Each  like  a  prince  in  glory  reign. 


PSALMS.  121 

6  Let  endlefs  lionours  crown  his  head  ; 
Let  ev'ry  age  his  praifes  fpread ; 
"While  we  with  cheerful  fongs  approve 
The  condefceniion  of  his  love. 

PSALM  XLVI.     Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 

The  church's  fafety  and  triumph  among  national  de- 
flations. 

1  /^1  OD  is  the  refuge  of  his  faints, 

VJT     When  florms  of  fharp  diflrefs  invade 
Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints, 
Behold  him  prefent  with  his  aid. 

2  Let  mountains  from  their  feats  be  hurl'd 
Down  to  the  deep,  and  buried  there, 

Convulfions  {hake  the  folid  world, 
Our  faith  mall  never  yield  to  fear. 

3  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar, 
In  facred  peace  our  fouls  abide, 

While  ev'ry  nation,  ev'ry  fhore 

Trembles,  and  dreads  the  fwelling  tide. 

4  There  is  a  ftream  whofe  gentle  flow 
Supplies  the  city  of  our  God  ! 

Life,  love,  and  joy  ftill  gliding  through 
And  wat'ring  our  divine  abode. 

5  That  facred  ftream,  thine  holy  word, 
Supports  our  faith,  our  fear  controls, 

Sweet  peace  thy  promifes  afford, 

And  give  new  ftrength  to  fainting  fouls. 

Q 


122  PSALMS. 

6  Zion  enjoys  her  monarch's  love, 
Secure  againft  a  threatening  hour ; 

Nor  can  her  firm  foundation  move, 

Built  on  his  truth,  and  arm'd  with  pow'r. 


PSALM  XL VI.    Second  part.    Long  Metre. 
God  fights  for  his  church. 

1  7"    ET  Zion  iri  her  king  rejoice, 

X^i     Though  tyrants  rage,  and  kingdoms  rife : 
He  utters  his  almighty  voice, 

The  nations  melt,  the  tumult  dies. 

2  The  Lord  of  old  for  Jacob  fought, 
And  Jacob's  God  is  ftill  our  aid ; 

Behold  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought, 
What  defolations  he  has  made. 

3  From  fea  to  fea,  through  all  the  fhores 
He  makes  the  noife  of  battle  ceafe ; 

When  from  on  high  his  thunder  roars, 
He  awes  the  trembling  world  to  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  bow,  he  cuts  the  fpear, 
Chariots  he  burns  with  heav'nly  flame  ; 

Let  earth  in  filent  wonder  hear 
The  found  and  glory  of  his  name. 

5  "  Be  ftill,  and  learn  that  I  am  God, 
«  I  reign  exalted  o'er  the  lands, 

"  I  will  be  known  and  fear'd  abroad, 
But  ftill  my  throne  in  Zion  ftands." 


PSALMS.  123 

6  O  lord  of  hofts,  almighty  king, 

While  we  fo  near  thy  prefence  dwell, 

Our  faith  mall  fit  fecure,  and  fing, 
Nor  fear  the  raging  pow'rs  of  hell. 


o 


PSALM  XLVII.     Common  Metre. 
Chrift  afcending  and  reigning. 
H  for  a  fhout  of  facred  joy 


To  God  the  fov'reign  king  ! 
Let  ev'ry  land  their  tongues  employ, 
And  hymns  of  triumph  fing. 

2  Jefus  our  God  afcends  on  high, 
His  heav'nly  guards  around 

Attend  him,  riling  through  the  fky, 
With  trumpet's  joyful  found. 

3  While  angels  fhout  and  praife  their  king 
Let  mortals  learn  their  ftrains  ; 

Let  all  the  earth  his  honours  fing  ; 
O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 

4  Rehearfe  his  praife  with  awe  profound,, 
Let  knowledge  guide  the  fong  ; 

Nor  mock  him  with  a  folemn  found, 
Upon  a  thoughtlefs  tongue. 

5  In  Ifrael  flood  his  ancient  throne, 
He  lov'd  that  chofen  race  : 

But  now  he  calls  the  world  his  own, 
And  heathens  tafte  his  grace. 


124  PSALMS. 

6  The  Gentile  nations  are  the  Lord's, 

There  Abraham's  God  is  known  ; 
While  pow'rs  and  princes,  fhields  and  fwords 

Submit  before  his  throne. 

PSALM  XLVIII.    ver.  1,-8.    Firft  part.    Short 
Metre. 

The  church  is  the  honour  and  fafetj  of  a  nation. 

[1   f^\  RE  AT  is  the  Lord  our  God, 

VJF      And  let  his  praife  be  great ; 
He  makes  his  churches  his  abode, 
His  moft  delightful  feat. 

2  Thefe  temples  of  his  grace, 
How  beautiful  they  ftand  ! 

The  honours  of  our  native  place, 
And  bulwarks  of  our  land.] 

3  In  Zion  God  is  known 
A  refuge  in  diftrefs  ; 

How  bright  has  his  falvation  fhone, 
How  fair  his  heav'nly  grace  ! 

4  When  kings  againft  her  join'd, 
And  faw  the  Lord  was  there, 

In  wild  confufion  of  the  mind 
They  fled  with  hafty  fear. 

5  When  navies  tall  and  proud 
Attempt  to  fpoil  our  peace, 

He  fends  his  tempeft  roaring  loud, 
And  finks  them  in  the  feas. 


PSALMS.  125 

6  Oft  have  our  fathers  told, 
Our  eyes  have  often  feen, 

How  well  our  God  fecures  the  fold 
Where  his  own  flocks  have  been. 

7  In  ev'ry  new  diftrefs 
We'll  to  his  houfe  repair, 

Recall  to  mind  his  wond'rous  grace, 
And  feek  deliv'rance  there. 

PSALM  XL VIII.   ver.  10,— 14.    Second  part. 
Short  Metre. 

The  beauty    of  the  church  ;  or,  GofpeUworJhip,  and 
order. 

1  TJ  AR  as  thy  name  is  known 

JL       The  world  declares  thy  praife  ; 
Thy  faints,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne 
Their  fongs  of  honour  raife. 

2  With  joy  thy  people  Hand 
On  Z ion's  chofen  hill, 

Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 
And  counfels  of  thy  will. 

3  Let  ftrangers  walk  around 
The  city  where  we  dwell, 

Compafs  and  view  thine  holy  ground, 
And  mark  the  building  well. 

4  The  orders  of  thy  houfe, 
The  worfhip  of  thy  court, 

The  cheerful  fongs,  the  folemn  vows, 
And  make  a  fair  report. 


m  PSALMS. 

5  How  decent  and  how  wife  ! 
How  glorious  to  behold  ! 

Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes, 
And  rites  adorn'd  with  gold. 

6  The  God  we  worfhip  now 
Will  guide  us  till  we  die  •, 

Will  be  our  God  while  here  below, 
And  ours  above  the  fky. 

PSALM  XLIX.  ver.  6,-14.  Firft  part.  Common 
Metre. 

Pride  and  death  ;  or,   The  vanity  of  life  and  riches. 

1   TITHY  doth  the  man  of  riches  grow 

V  V        To  infolence  and  pride, 
To  fee  his  wealth  and  honours  flow 
With  every  rifing  tide  ? 

[2  Why  doth  he  treat  the  poor  with  fcorn, 

Made  of  the  felf-fame  clay, 
And  boafl  as  though  his  flefh  were  born 

Of  better  dull  than  they  ?] 

3  Not  all  his  treafures  can  procure 
His  foul  a  fhort  reprieve, 

Redeem  from  death  one  guilty  hour, 
Or  make  his  brother  live. 

4  Eternal  life  can  ne'er  be  fold, 
The  ranfom  is  too  high  ; 

Juftice  will  ne'er  be  brib'd  with  gold, 
That  man  may  never  die. 


PSALMS.  127 

5  He  fees  the  brutifh  and  the  wife, 
The  timorous  and  the  brave 

Quit  their  pofTeffions,  clofe  their  eyes 
And  haften  to  the  grave. 

6  Yet  'tis  his  inward  thought  and  pride, 
"  My  houfe  {hall  ever  ftand ; 

"  And  that  my  name  may  long  abide 
"  I'll  give  it  to  my  land. 

7  Vain  are  his  thoughts,  his  hopes  are  loft, 
How  foon  his  mem'ry  dies  ! 

His  name  is  buried  in  the  dull, 
Where  his  own  body  lies. 

PAUSE. 

8  This  is  the  folly  of  their  way  ! 
And  yet  their  fons,  as  vain, 

Approve  the  words  their  fathers  fay, 
And  acl:  their  works  again. 

9  Men  void  of  wifdom,  and  of  grace, 
Though  honour  raife  them  high, 

Live  like  the  beaft,  a  thoughtlefs  race, 
And  like  the  beaft  they  die. 

[10  Laid  in  the  grave,  like  filly  fheep, 

Death  triumphs  o'er  them  there, 
Till  the  lafl  trumpet  breaks  their  fleep, 

And  wakes  them  in  defpair.] 


128  PSALMS. 


PSALM  XLIX.    ver.   14,   15.     Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 

t  Death  and  the  refurretlion. 

1  \7"E  f°ns  of  pride,  that  hate  the  juft, 

X       And  trample  on  the  poor, 
When  death  has  brought  you  down  to  dufl, 
Your  pomp  fhall  rife  no  more. 

2  The  laft  great  day  mail  change  the  fcene : 
When  will  that  hour  appear  ? 

When  fhall  the  juft  revive,  and  reign 
O'er  all  that  fcorn'd  them  here  ? 

3  God  will  my  naked  foul  receive, 
Call'd  from  the  world  away, 

And  break  the  prifon  of  the  grave, 
To  raife  my  mould'ring  clay. 

4  Heav'n  is  my  everlafting  home, 
Th'  inheritance  is  fure  ; 

J^et  men  of  pride  their  rage  refume, 
But  I'll  repine  no  more. 

PSALM  XLIX.     Long  Metre. 

The  rich  firmer1  s  death  and  the  faint's  refurretlion. 

1   TT7HY  do  the  proud  infult  the  poor, 

V  V    And  boaft  the  large  eftates  they  have  ? 
How  vain  are  riches  to  fecure 

Their  haughty  owners  from  the  grave  ! 


PSALMS.  129 

2  They  can't  redeem  an  hour  from  death 
With  all  the  wealth  in  which  they  truft  j 

Nor  give  a  dying  brother  breath, 

When  God  commands  him  down  to  duft. 

3  There  the  dark  earth,  and  difmal  fhade 
Shall  clafp  their  naked  bodies  round : 

That  flefh  fo  delicately  fed 

Lies  cold,  and  moulders  in  the  ground. 

4  Like  thoughtlefs  fheep  the  finner  dies, 
And  leaves  his  glories  in  the  tomb  : 

The  faints  mall  in  the  morning  rife, 
And  hear  the  oppreffor's  awful  doom. 

5  His  honours  periih  in  the  duft, 

And  pomp  and  beauty,  birth  and  blood : 
That  glorious  day  exalts  the  juft 
To  full  dominion  o'er  the  proud. 

6  My  Saviour  fhall  my  life  reftore, 
And  raife  me  from  my  dark  abode ; 

My  flefh  and  foul  fhall  part  no  more* 
But  dwell  for  ever  near  my  God. 

PSALM  L.  ver.  1,— ,6.  Firft  part.  Common  Metre. 
The  lajl  judgment  ,•  or,  The  fain ts  rewarded. 

1  t  |  iHE  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  throne 

JL  Bids  the  whole  earth  draw  nigh, 
The  nations  near  the  riling  fun, 
And  near  the  weftern  Iky. 

2  No  more  fhall  bold  blafphemers  fay, 
"■  Judgment  will  ne'er  begin  ;" 

No  more  abufe  his  long  delay 
To  impudence  and  fin. 
R 


1,30  PSALMS 

3  Thron'd  on  a  cloud  our  God  fhall  come, 
Bright  flames  prepare  his  way, 

Thunder  and  darknefs,  fire  and  ftorm 
Lead  on  the  dreadful  day. 

4  Heav'n  from  above  his  calj  fhall  hear, 
Attending  angels  come, 

And  earth  and  hell  fhall  know,  and  fear, 
His  juftice  and  their  doom. 

5  "  But  gather  all  my  faints  (he  cries) 
a  That  made  their  peace  with  God, 

i(  By  the  Redeemer's  facrifice, 
"  And  feal'd  it  with  his  blood. 

6  "  Their  faith  and  works,  brought  forth  to  light, 
"  Shall  make  the  world  confefs 

"  My  fentence  of  reward  is  right, 
"  And  heav'n  adore  my  grace." 

PSALM  L.  ver.  10,  11,  14,  15,  23.  Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 

Obedience  is  better  than  facrifice, 

1  'T^HUS  faith  the  Lord,  «  The  fpacious  fields 

L  "  And  flocks  and  herds,  are  mine ; 
«  O'er  all  the  cattle  of  the  hills 
"  I  claim  a  right  divine. 

2  "  I  afk  no  fheep  for  facrifice, 

«  Nor  bullocks  burnt  with  fire  ; 
"To  hope  and  love,  to  pray  and  praife, 
«  Is  all  that  I  require. 


PSALMS.  131 

S  "  Invoke  my  name  when  trouble's  near, 

"  My  hand  mail  fet  thee  free  ; 
"  Then  fhall  thy  thankful  lips  declare 

"  The  honour  due  to  me. 

4  "  The  man  that  offers  humble  praife, 

«  Declares  my  glory  bed  ; 
"  And  thofe  that  tread  my  holy  ways 

"  Shall  my  falvation  talte." 

PSALM  L.  ver.  1,  5,  8,  16,  21,  22.  Third  part. 
Common  Metre. 

The  judgment  of  hypocrites. 

1  X XT  HEN  Chrifl  to  judgment  fnall  defcend 

VV        And  faints  furround  their  Lord, 
He  calls  the  nations  to  attend, 
And  hear  his  awful  word. 

2  "  Not  for  the  want  of  bullocks  flain 

"  Will  I  the  world  reprove ; 
"  Altars  and  rites,  and  forms  are  vain 
"  Without  the  fire  of  love. 

3  "  And  what  have  hypocrites  to  do 

"  To  bring  their  facrifice  ? 
"  They  call  my  ftatutes  juft  and  true, 
"  But  deal  in  theft  and  lies. 

4  "  Could  you  expect  to  'fcape  my  fight, 

"  And  fin  without  control  ? 
"  But  I  fhall  bring  your  crimes  to  light 
f  With  anguifh  in  your  foul." 


132     '  PSALMS. 

5  Confider,  ye  that  flight  the  Lord, 

Before  his  wrath  appear  •, 
If  once  you  fall  beneath  his  fword, 
There's  no  deliv'rer  there. 

PSALM  L.     Long  Metre. 
Hypocrify  expofed. 

1  'T^HE  Lord,  the  Judge,  his  churches  warns, 

X       Let  hypocrites  attend  and  fear, 
Who  place  their  hope  in  rites  and  forms, 
But  make  not  faith  nor  love  their  care. 

2  Vile  wretches  dare  rehearfe  his  name 

With  lips  of  falfehood  and  deceit ; 
A  friend  or  brother  they  defame, 

And  foothe  and  flatter  thofe  they  irate. 

3  They  watch  to  do  their  neighbours  wrong, 

Yet  dare  to  feek  their  maker's  face ; 

They  take  his  covenant  on  their  tongue, 

But  break  his  laws,  abufe  his  grace. 

4  To  heav'n  they  lift  their  hands  unclean, 

Defil'd  with  luft,  defil'd  with  blood ; 
By  night  they  prac"tife  every  fin, 

By  day  their  mouths  draw  near  to  God. 

5  And  while  his  judgments  long  delay, 

They  grow  fecure  and  fin  the  more  ; 
They  think  he  fleeps  as  well  as  they, 
And  put  far  off  the  dreadful  hour. 


PSALMS.  133 

O  dreadful  hour !  when  God  draws  near, 
And  fets  their  crimes  before  their  eyes  ! 

His  wrath  their  guilty  fouls  mail  tear, 
And  no  dehVrer  dare  to  rife. 

PSALM  L.     To  a  new  tune. 

The  laft  judgment. 

THE  Lord,  the  Sovereign,  fends  his  fum- 
mons  forth, 
Calls  the  fouth  nations,  and  awakes  the  north ; 
From  eaft  to  weft  the  founding  orders  ipread 
Through  diflant    worlds   and    regions   of  the 

dead  : 
No  more  (hall  atheiils  mock,  his  long  delay  : 
His  vengeance  fleeps  no  more  :  behold  the  day  ! 

Behold,  the  Judge  defcends,  his  guards  are  nigh, 
Tempeft  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  fky. 
Heav'n,  earth,  and  hell  draw  near  :  let  all  things 

come 
To  hear  his  juftice,  and  the  finner's  doom  : 
"  But  gather  firft  my  faints,"  the  Judge  com- 
mands, 
"  Bring  them,    ye  angels,   from  their   diftant 
lands." 

Behold,  my  cov'nant  Hands  for  ever  good, 

Seal'd  by  tn'  eternal  facrifice  in  blood, 

And  fign'd  with  all  their  names ;  the  Creek, 

the  Jew, 
That  paid  the  ancient  worfhip,  or  the  new, 
There's    no    diiiinclion    here :    prepare    their 

thrones ; 
And  near  me  feat  my  fav'rites  and  my  fens. 


134  PSALMS. 

4  I,  their  almighty  Saviour  and  their  God, 

I  am  their  Judge  :  ye  heav'ns,  proclaim  abroad 
My  juft  eternal  fentence,  and  declare 
Thofe  awful  truths  that  Tinners  dread  to  hear ; 
Sinners  in  Zion,  tremble,  and  retire  y 
I  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  fire. 

5  Not  for  the  want  of  goats  or  bullocks  flain 
Do  I  condemn  thee ;  bulls  and  goats  are  vairt 
Without  the  flames  of  love  ;  in  vain  the  ftore 
Of  brutal  ofF'rings  that  were  mine  before  : 
Mine  are  the  tamer  beads  and  favage  breed, 
Flocks,  herds,  and  fields,  and  forefls  where  they 

feed. 

6  If  I  were  hungry,  would  I  alk  thee  food  ? 
When  did  I  thirft,  or  tafte  the  victim's  blood  ? 
Can  I  be  flatter'd  with  thy  cringing  bows, 
Thy  folemn  chatt'rings,  and  fantaftic  vows  ? 
Are  my  eyes  charm'd  thy  veftments  to  behold, 
Glaring  in  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold  ? 

7  Unthinking  wretch  !  how  could'ft  thou  hope  to 

pleafe 
A  God,  a  Spirit,  with  fuch  toys  as  thefe  ? 
While,  with   my    grace    and    itatutes    on    thy 

tongue, 
Thou  lov'ft  deceit,  and  doft  thy  brother  wrong  ; 
In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends, 
Thieves  and  adult'rers  are  thy  chofen  friends. 

8  Silent  I  waited  with  long  fuff'ring  love, 

But  didft  thou  hope  that  I  fhould  ne'er  reprove  ? 
And  cheriih  fuch  an  impious  thought  within, 
That  God  the  righteous  would  indulge  thy  fin  ? 
Behold  my  terrors  now ;  my  thunders  roll, 
And  thy  own  crimes  affright  thy  guilty  foul. 


PSALMS.  135 

y  Sinners,  awake  betimes  ;  ye  fools  be  wife ; 
Awake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife  ; 
Change  your  vain  thoughts,  your  finful  works 

amend, 
Fly  to  the  Saviour,  make  the  Judge  your  friend  ; 
Left,  like  a  lion,  his  laft  vengeance  tear 
Your  trembling  fouls,  and  no  deliv'rer  near. 

PSALM  L.     To  the  old  proper  tune. 
The  lajl  judgment. 

1  rT^  HE  God  of  glory  fends  his  fummons  forth, 

X        Calls  the  fouth  nations,  and  awakes  the 
north. 
From  eaft  to  weft  the  fov'reign  order  fpread, 
Through  diftant  worlds  and  regions  of  the  dead. 
The  trumpet  founds,  hell  trembles,  heaven  rejoices  : 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  with  cheerful  voices, 

2  No  more  (hall  atheifts  mock  his  long  delay ; 
His  vengeance  fleeps  no  more  :  behold  the  day  ! 
Behold,    the  judge    defcends  ;  his    guards    are 

nigh, 
Tempefts  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  fky. 
When  God  appears,  all  nature  fhall  adore  him  ; 
While  ftnners  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him, 

3  "  Heav'n,  earth,  and  hell,  draw  near;  let  all 

things  come 
"  To  hear  my  juftice,  and  the  finner's  doom  ; 
"  But  gather  firft  my  faints,"  the   Judge   com- 
mands, 
4C  Bring  them,  ye  angels,  from  their   diftant 
lands." 
When  Chrift  returns,  wake  every  cheerful  paffion, 
Andfiout,  ye  faints  ;  he  comes  for  your  falvation. 


136  PSALMS. 

4  Behold,  my  cov'nant  ftands  for  ever  good, 
Seal'd  by  th'  eternal  facrifice  in  Wood, 

And  fign'd  with  all  their  names ;  the  Greek, 

the  Jew, 
That  paid  the  ancient  worfhip,  or  the  new. 

There  s  no  diftintlion  here  ;  join  all  your  voices , 
And  raife  your  heads,  ye  faints ,  for  Heavn  rejoices. 

5  «  Here,"  faith  the  Lord,    "  ye  angels,  fpread 

their  thrones, 
11  And  near  me  feat  my  fav'rites  and  my  fons : 
"  Come,  my  redeem'd,  pofTefs  the  joys  prepar'd 
"  Ere  time  began,  'tis  your  divine  reward." 

When  Chr'ift  returns ;  ivake  every  cheerful  paffion, 
Andfhout,  ye  faints  ;   he  conies  for  your  falvat  ion. 

PAUSE  the  firft. 

6  I  am  the  Saviour,  I  th*  almighty  God, 

The    fov'reign    Judge :    ye    heav'ns    proclaim 

abroad 
My  juft  eternal  fentence,  and  declare 
Thofe  awful  truths  that  finners  dread  to  hear. 

When  God  appears,  all  nature  Jh all  adore  him  ; 
While  finners  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him. 

7  Stand  forth,   thou  bold  blafphemer,  and   pro- 

fane, 
Now  feel  my  wrath,  nor  call  my  threat  nings 

vain ; 
Thou  hypocrite,  once  drefs'd  in  faint's  attire, 
I  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  fire. 

Judgment  proceeds,  hell  trembles,  heavn  rejoices  : 
Lift,  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,   ivith  cheerful  voices. 


PSALMS.  137 

8  Not  for  the  want  of  goats  or  bullocks  flain 
Do  I  condemn  thee  ;  bulls  and  goats  are  vain 
Without  the  flames  of  love  :  in  vain  the  (lore 
Of  brutal  orFrings  that  were  mine  before. 

Earth  is  the  Lord's,  all  nature  fa  all  adore  him  : 
While ■  f inner s  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him. 

9  If  I  were  hungry,  would  I  afk  thee  food  ? 
When  did  I  thirft  ?  or  drink  thy  bullock's  blood  : 
Mine  are  the  tamer  beafls  and  favage  breed, 
Flocks,  herds,  and    fields,    and    forefts    where 

they  feed. 

All  is  the  Lord's  :  he  rules  the  wide  creation : 
Gives  fin  ners  vengeance,  and  the  faints  falvation. 

10  Can  I  be  flatter'd  with  thy  cringing  bows, 
Thy  folemn  chatt'rings,  and  fantaftic  vows  ? 
Are  my  eyes  charm'd  thy  veftments  to  behold, 
Glaring  in  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold  ? 

God  is  the  judge  of 'hearts ,  no  fair  difguifes 
Canfcreen  the  guilty  when  his  vengeance  rifes, 

PAUSE  the  fecond. 

1 1  Unthinking  wretch !  how  could'fl  thou  hope 

to  pleafe 
A  God,  a  fpirit,  with  fuch  toys  as  thefe  ? 
While,  with    my  grace    and    ftatutes    on    thy 

tongue, 
Thou  lov'ft  deceit,  and  dolt  thy  brother  wrong. 

Judgment  proceeds ',  hell  trembles ,  heavn  rejoices , 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints t   with  cheerful  voices. 

S 


138  PSALMS. 

12  In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends ; 
Thieves  and  adult'rers  are  thy  chofen  friends : 
While  the  falfe  ilatt'rer  at  mine  altar  waits, 
His  harden'd  foul  divine  inftruc"Hon  hates. 

God  is  the  judge  of  hearts,  no  fair  difguifes 
Can  fcreen  the  guilty  ivhen  his  vengeance  rifes. 

13  Silent  I  waited  with  long-fufFring  love, 

But  didft  thou  hope  that  I  fhould  ne'er  reprove  *, 
And  cherifh  fuch  an  impious  thought  within, 
That  the  All-holy  would  indulge  thy  fin  ? 
See,   God  appears :   all  nations  join  f  adore  him  : 
'Judgment  proceeds }  and fnners  fall  before  him, 

14  Behold  my  terrors  now;  my  thunders  roll, 
And  thy  own  crimes  affright  thy  guilty  foul ; 
Now,  like  a  lion,  fhall  my  vengeance  tear 
Thy  bleeding  heart,  and  no  deliv'rer  near. 

Judgment  concludes,  hell  trembles,  heavn  rejoices, 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  with  cheerful  voices. 

EPIPHONEMA. 

Sinners,  awake  betimes  ;  ye  fools  be  wife, 
Awake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife  ; 
Change  your  vain  thoughts,  your  finful  works 

amend, 
ply   to   the    Saviour,    make    the    Judge    your 

friend. 

Then  join,  \e  faints;   wake  ev'ry  cheerful  pciffiori ; 
When  Chrijl  returns,  he  comes  for  your  falvation. 


PS«ALMS.  139 

PSALM  LI.    Firft  part.    Long  Metre. 
A  penitent  pleading  for  pardon. 

1  QHEW  pity,  Lord  ;  O  Lord  forgive  •, 

0  Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  : 
Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  finner  truft  in  thee  ? 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  can't  furpafs 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace  : 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  pard'ning  love  be  found. 

3  O  warn  my  foul  from  ev'ry  fin, 

And  make  my  guilty  confcience  clean ; 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  paft  offences  pain  my  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  fhame  my  fins  confefs 
Againft  thy  law,  againft  thy  grace  j 
Lord,  fhould  thy  judgment  grow  fevere, 

1  am  condemn'd,  but  thou  art  clear. 

5  Should  fudden  vengeance  feize  my  breath, 
I  muft  pronounce  thee  juft  in  death  : 
And  if  my  foul  were  fent  to  hell, 

Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

6  Yet  fave  a  trembling  finner,  Lord, 
Whofe  hope,  ftill  hov'ring  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  fome  fweet  promife  there, 
Some  fure  fupport  againft  defpair. 


HO  PSALMS'. 

PSALM  LI.     Second  part.     Long  Metre. 
Original  and  actual  fin  confejfed. 

1  TT     ORD,  I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  fin  \ 

j  And  born  unholy  and  unclean : 
Sprung  from  the  man  whofe  guilty  fall 
Corrupts  the  race,  and  taints  us  all. 

2  Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breath, 
The  feeds  of  fin  grow  up  for  death  -y 
The  law  demands  a  perfect  heart  j 
But  we're  dehl'd  in  every  part. 

[3   Great  God,  create  my  heart  anew, 
And  form  my  fpirit  pure  and  true  : 
O  make  me  wife  betimes  to  fpy 
My  danger  and  my  remedy.]. 

4  Behold  I  fall  before  thy  face  ; 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace  ; 

No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean  \ 
The  leprofy  lies  deep  within. 

5  No  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  beaft, 
Not  hyflbp  branch,  nor  fprinkling  prieft, 
Nor  running  brook,  nor  flood,  nor  fea, 
Can  warn  the  difmal  flam  away. 

6  Jefus,  my  God,  thy  blood  alone 
Hath  pow'r  fufficient  to  atone  \ 

Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  fnow ; 
No  Jewifh  types  could  cleanie  me  fo. 


PSALMS.  141 

7  While  guilt  difturbs  and  breaks  my  peace, 
Nor  flelh  nor  foul  hath  reft  or  eafe ; 
Lord,  let  me  hear  thy  pard'ning  voice. 
And  make  my  broken  heart  rejoice. 

PSALM  LI.    Third  part.    Long  Metre.      ' 

The  bachflider  re/Iored ;  or.   Repentance  and  faith  in 
the  blood  of  Chrift. 

1  4f^\  THOU  that  hear^il  when  finners  cry, 
\^f     Though  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 

But  blot  their  mem'ry  from  thy  book. 

2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  foul  averfe  to  fin  ; 
Let  thy  good  fpirit  ne'er  depart, 
'Nor  hide  thy  prefence  from  my  heart. 

3  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 

Caft  out  and  baniih'd  from  thy  fight  : 
Thine  holy  joys,  my  God,  reftore, 
And  gi^ard  me  that  I  fall  no  more. 

4  Though  I  have  griev'd  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
Thy  help  and  comfort  ftill  afford : 
And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

5  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  king, 
Is  all  the  facrifice  I  bring : 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  defpife 
A  broken  heart  for  facrifice, 


H2  PSALMS. 

6  My  foul  lies  humbled  in  the  duft, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  fen  ten  ce  jufc ; 
Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  fave  the  foul  condemn'd  to  die. 

7  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways  ; 
Sinners  fhall  learn  thy  fov'reign  grace  j 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  fhall  praife  a  pard'ning  God. 

8  O  may  thy  love  infpire  my  tongue  ! 
Salvation  fhall  be  all  my  fong  ; 

And  all  my  powers  fhall  join  to  blefs 
The  Lord,  my  flrength,  and  righteoufnefs. 

PSALM  LI.    ver.  3,   13.     Fir  ft  part.     Common 
Metre. 

Original  and  a  final  fin  confeffed  mid  pardoned, 

1  T     ORD,  I  would  fpread  my  fore  diftrefs 

I  J      And  guilt  before  thine  eyes  ; 
Againft  thy  laws,  againfl  thy  grace, 
How  high  my  crimes  arife  ! 

2  Shouldfl  thou  condemn  my  foul  to  hell, 
And  crufh  my  flefh  to  duft, 

Heav'n  would  approve  thy  vengeance  well, 
And  earth  mult  own  it  juft. 

3  I  from  the  flock  of  Adam  came 
Unholy  and  unclean ; 

All  my  original  is  fhame, 
And  all  my  nature  fin. 


PSALMS.  143 

4  Born  in  a  world  of  guilt,  I  drew 
Contagion  with  my  breath  ; 

And,  as  my  days  advanc'd,  I  grew 
A  jufler  prey  for  death. 

5  Cleanfe  me,  O  Lord,  and  cheer  my  foul 
With  thy  forgiving  love  ; 

0  make  my  broken  fpirit  whole, 
And  bid  my  pains  remove. 

6  Let  not  thy  Spirit  e'er  depart, 
Nor  drive  me  from  thy  face  j 

Create  anew  my  vicious  heart, 
And  fill  it  with  thy  grace. 

7  Then  will  I  make  thy  mercy  known 
Before  the  fons  of  men  ; 

Backfliders  mail  addrefs  thy  throne, 
And  turn  to  God  again. 

PSALM  LI.  ver.  14,-17.    Second  part.    Com- 
mon  Metre. 

Repentance  and  faith  in  the  blood  of  Chrijl. 

1  f*\  GOD  of  mercy,  hear  my  call, 
V>/     My  loads  of  guilt  remove, 

Break  down  this  feparating  wall 
That  bars  me  from  thy  love. 

2  Give  me  the  prefence  of  thy  grace. 
Then  my  rejoicing  tongue 

Shall  fpeak  aioud  thy  righteoufnefs, 
And  make  thy  praife  my  fong. 


144  PSALMS. 

3  No  blood  of  goats  nor  heifer  flain 
For  fin  could  e'er  atone  ; 

The  death  of  Chrift  (hall  ftill  remain 
Sufficient  and  alone. 

4  A  foul  opprefs'd  with  fin's  defert 
My  God  will  ne'er  defpife  : 

A  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart, 
Is  our  beft  facrifice. 


PSALM  LIL     Common  Metre. 

The  difappolntment  of  the  wicked. 

1  *1[1[THY  mould  the  mighty  make  their  boaft, 

\\       And  heavenly  grace  defpife  ? 
In  their  own  arm  they  put  their  truft, 
And  fill  their  mouth  with  lies. 

2  But  God  in  vengeance  fhall  deftroy, 
**  And  drive  them  from  his  face  : 

No  more  fhall  they  his  church  annoy, 
Nor  find  on  earth  a  place. 

3  But  like  a  cultur'd  olive  grown, 
Drefs'd  in  immortal  green, 

Thy  children  blooming  m  thy  love, 
Amid  thy  courts  are  feen. 

4  On  thine  eternal  grace,  O  Lord, 
Thy  faints  fhall  reft  fecure, 

And  all,  who  truft  thy  holy  word, 
Shall  iind  falvation  fure. 


PSALMS.  145 

PSALM  LII.    Long  Metre. 

The  folly  of f elf -dependence. 

1  TTTHY  mould  the  haughty  hero  boaft, 

V  V       His  vengeful  arm,  his  warlike  hoft  r 
While  blood  defiles  his  cruel  hand. 
And  defolation  waftes  the  land. 

2  He  joys  to  hear  the  captive's  cry, 
The  widow's  groan,  the  orphan's  figh ; 
And  when  the  wearied  fword  would  fpare. 
His  falfehood  fpreads  the  fatal  fnare. 

3  He  triumphs  in  the  deeds  of  wrong, 
And  arms  with  rage  his  impious  tongue  j 
With  pride  proclaims  his  dreadful  pow'r, 
And  bids  the  trembling  world  adore. 

4  But  God  beholds,  and  with  a  frown, 
Cafts  to  the  duft  his  honours  down ; 
The  righteous  freed,  their  hopes  recall. 
And  hail  the  proud  oppreflbr's  fall. 

5  How  low  th'  infulting  tyrant  lies, 
Who  dar'd  th'  eternal  power  defpife  \ 
And  vainly  deem'd  with  envious  joy 
His  arm  almighty  to  deftroy. 

6  We  praife  thee,  Lord,  who  heard  our  cries. 
And  fent  falvation  from  the  Ikies ; 

The  faints,  who  faw  our  mournful  days, 
Shall  join  our  grateful  fongs  of  praife. 
T 


146  PSALMS. 

PSALM  LIII.    ver.  4,-6.    Common  Metre. 
Vitlory  and  deliverance  from  perfecntion, 

1  A    RE  all  the  foes  of  Zion  fools, 
Ji\m     Who  thus  deftroy  her  faints  ? 

Do  they  jiot  know  her  Saviour  rules, 
And  pities  her  complaints  ? 

2  They  fhall  be  feiz'd  with  fad  furprife  : 
For  God's  avenging  arm 

Shall  crufh  the  hand  that  dares  arife 
To  do  his  children  harm. 

3  In  vain  the  fons  of  Satan  boaft, 
Of  armies  in  array ; 

When  God  has  firft  defpis'd  their  hoft, 
They  fall  an  eafy  prey. 

4  O  for  a  word  from  Z  ion's  king, 
Her  captives  to  reftore  ! 

Thy  joyful  faints  thy  praife  fhall  fing, 
And  Ifrael  weep  no  more. 

PSALM  LIV.     Common  Metre. 

1  TJEHOLD  us,  Lord,  and  let  our  cry 
X)     Before  thy  throne  afcend, 

Caft  thou  on  us  a  pitying  eye, 
And  ftill  our  lives  defend. 

2  For  flaughtering  foes  infult  us  round, 
Oppreflive,  proud,  and  vain, 

They  caft  thy  temples  to  the  ground, 
And  all  our  rights  profane. 


PSALMS.  147 

S  Yet  thy  forgiving  grace  we  truft 

And  in  thy  power  rejoice  ; 
Thine  arm  mail  crufh  our  foes  to  duft ; 

Thy  praife  infpire  our  voice. 

4  Be  thou  with  thofe  whofe  friendly  hand 

Upheld  us  in  diftrefs, 
Extend  thy  truth  through  every  land, 

And  ftill  thy  people  blefs. 

PSALM  LV.  ver.   1,-8,   16,  17,  18,  22. 
Common  Metre. 

Support  for  the  affl idled  and  tempted  fouL 

1    /~\  God,  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries, 

\J      Behold  my  flowing  tears, 
For  earth  and  hell  my  hurt  devife, 

And  triumph  in  my  fears. 


2  Their  rage  is  levell'd  at  my  life, 
My  foul  with  guilt  they  load, 

And  fill  my  thoughts  with  inward  ftrife, 
To  (hake  my  hope  in  God. 

3  What  inward  pains  my  heartflrings  wound, 
I  groan  with  ev'ry  breath ; 

Horror  and  fear  befet  me  round 
Amongft  the  (hades  of  death. 

4  O  were  I  like  a  feather'd  dove, 
And  innocence  had  wings, 

I'd  fly  and  make  a  long  remove 
From  all  thefe  reftlefs  things. 


US  PSALMS. 

5  Let  me  to  fome  wild  defert  go, 
And  find  a  peaceful  home, 

Where  ftorms  of  malice  never  blow, 
Temptations  never  come. 

6  Vain  hopes  and  vain  inventions  all 
To  'fcape  the  rage  of  hell ! 

The  mighty  God  on  whom  I  call, 
Can  fave  me  here  as  well. 

PAUSE. 

7  By  morning  light  I'll  feek  his  face, 
At  noon  repeat  my  cry, 

The  night  fhall  hear  me  afk  his  grace, 
Nor  will  he  long  deny. 

8  God  fhall  preferve  my  foul  from  feai\ 
Or  fhield  me  when  afraid  -, 

Ten  thoufand  angels  muft  appear 
If  he  command  their  aid. 

9  I  call  my  burdens  on  the  Lord, 
The  Lord  fuftains  them  all  ; 

My  courage  refts  upon  his  word, 
That  faints  fhall  never  fall. 

10  My  higheft  hopes  (hall  not  be  vain, 
My  lips  fhall  fpread  his  praife ; 

While  cruel  and  deceitful  men 
Scarce  live  out  half  their  days. 

PSALM  LV.ver.  15,  16,  17,  19, 22.  Short  Metre. 
1    TT     ET  fmners  take  their  courie, 

ft  j  And  choofe  the  road  to  death ; 
But  in  the  worfhip  of  my  God 
I'll  fpend  my  daily  breath. 


PSALMS.  !<& 

2  My  thoughts  addrefs  his  throne, 
When  morning  J?rings  the  light  ; 

1  feek  his  bleiling  ev'ry  noon, 
And  pay  my  vows  at  night, 

3  Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 
O  my  eternal  God, 

While  fmners  perifh  in  furprife 
Beneath  thy  angry  rod. 

4  Becaufe  they  dwell  at  eafe, 
And  no  fad  changes  feel, 

They  neither  fear  nor  truft  thy  name> 
Nor  learn  to  do  thy  will. 

5  But  I  with  all  my  cares, 
Will  lean  upon  the  Lord  ; 

I'll  call  my  burdens  on  his  arm, 
And  reft  upon  his  word. 

6  His  arm  fhall  well  fuftain 
The  children  of  his  love  ; 

The  ground  on  which  their  fafety  Hands 
No  earthly  pow'r  can  move. 

PSALM  LVI.  Common  Metre. 

Deliverance  from,  opprsffwn  and f wifehood ;  or,  God's  care 
of  his  people,  in  anfwer  to  faith  and  prayer. 

1    f~>k  THOU,  whofe  juftice  reigns  on  high* 
\J  And  makes  the  oppreiTor  ceafe, 

Behold  how  envious  iinners  try 
To  vex  and  break  my  peace. 


150  PSALMS. 

2  The  fons  of  violence  and  lies 
Join  to  devour  me,  Lord  ; 

But  as  my  hourly  dangers  rife, 
My  refuge  is  thy  word. 

3  In  God  molt  holy,  juft  and  true, 
I  have  repos'd  my  truft ; 

Nor  will  I  fear  what  flefh  can  do, 
The  offspring  of  the  dull. 

4  They  wreft  my  words  to  mifchief  ftill, 
Charge  me  with  unknown  faults  ; 

For  mifchiefs  all  their  counfels  fill, 
And  malice  all  their  thoughts. 

5  Shall  they  efcape  without  thy  frown  ? 
Muft  their  devices  (land  ? 

Oh  caft  the  haughty  fmner  down, 
And  let  him  know  thy  hand  ! 

PAUSE. 

6  God  fees  the  forrows  of  his  faints. 
Their  groans  affect  his  ears  : 

Thy  mercy  counts  my  juft  complaints, 
And  numbers  all  my  tears. 

7  When  to  thy  throne  I  raife  my  cry, 
The  wicked  fear  and  flee  : 

So  fwift  is  prayer  to  reach  the  Iky, 
So  near  is  God  to  me. 

8  In  thee,  moft  holy,  juft  and  true, 

I  have  repos'd  my  truft  -, 
Nor  will  I  fear  what  man  can  do, 
The  offspring  of  the  daft. 


PSALMS.  151 

9  Thy  folemn  vows  are  on  me,  Lord, 

Thou  malt  receive  my  praife  *, 
I'll  fing,  "  How  faithful  is  thy  word  ! 
"  How  righteous  all  thy  ways  ?" 

10  Thou  haft  fecur'd  my  foul  from  death, 

Oh.  fet  thy  prifoner  free, 
That  heart  and  hand,  and  life  and  breath, 
May  be  employ'd  for  thee. 

PSALM  LVII.  Long  Metre. 
Praife  for  protection  ;  grace  and  truth* 
Y  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  fpringc 


M 


Of  boundlefs  love  and  grace  unknown, 
Hide  me  beneath  thy  fpreading  wings 
Till  the  dark  cloud  is  overblown. 

2  Up  to  the  heav'ns  I  fend  my  cry, 

The  Lord,  will  my  defires  perform  * 
He  fends  his  angel  from  the  iky, 

And  faves  me  from  the  threat'ning  ftorm. 

3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  heav'ns  where  angels  dwell ; 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

4  My  heart  is  fix'd  •,  my  fong  fhall  raife 

Immortal  honours  to  thy  name ; 
Awake,  my  tongue,  to  found  his  praife, 
My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame. 


J 


152  PSALMS, 

5  High  o'er  the  earth  his  mercy  reigns, 

And  reaches  to  the  utmoft  fky  ; 
His  truth  to  endlefs  years  remains, 
When  lower  worlds  diflblve  and  die, 

6  Be  thou  exalted,  oh  my  God, 

Above  the  heav'ns  where  angels  dwell 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

PSALM  LVIII.     As  the  113th  Pfelm, 

Warning  to  magijlrates. 

UDGES,  who  rule  the  world  by  laws, 
Will  ye  defpife  the  righteous  caufe  ? 

When  vile  oppreflion  waftes  the  land  I 
Dare  ye  condemn  the  righteous  poor, 
And  let  rich  Tinners  'fcape  fecure, 

While  gold  and  greatnefs  bribe. your  handl 

2  Have  ye  forgot,  or  never  knew 
That  God  will  judge  the  judges  too  ! 

High  in  the  heav'ns  his  juftice  reigns  ; 
Yet  you  invade  the  rights  of  God  *, 
And  fend  your  bold  decrees  abroad, 

To  bind  the  conscience  in  your  chains- 

3  A  poifon'd  arrow  is  your  tongue, 
The  arrow  {harp,  the  poifon  ftrong, 

And  death  attends  where'er  it  wounds  ; 
Ye  hear  no  counfels,  cries,  or  tears  ? 
So  the  deaf  adder  -ft ops  her  ears  ? 

Againft  the  power  of  charming  founds. 


PSALMS.  *53 

4  Break  out  their  teeth,  eternal  God, 
Thofe  teeth  of  lions  dy'd  in  blood  : 

And  crufh  the  ferpents  in  the  duft ; 
As  empty-  chaff,  when  whirlwinds  rife, 
Before  the  fweeping  tempeft  flies, 

So  let  their  hopes  and  names  be  loft. 

5  Th'  Almighty  thunders  from  the  fky, 
Their  grandeur  melts,  their  titles  die, 

As  hills  of  fnow  diffolve  and  run ; 
Or  fnails  that  perifh  in  their  flime, 
Or  births  that  come  before  their  time, 

Vain  births  that  never  fee  the  fun. 

6  Thus  fhall  the  vengeance  of  the  Lord 
Safety  and  jo)rto  faints  afford  ; 

And  all  that  hear  fhall  join  and  fay, 
"  Sure  there's  a  God  that  rules  on  high, 
"  A  God  that  hears  his  children  cry, 

"  And  will  their  fufferings  well  repay." 

PSALM  LIX.     Short  Metre. 

Prayer  for  national  deliverance. 

1  in  ROM  foes  that  round  us  rife, 
JL       O  God  of  heav'n,  defend,    , 

"Who  brave  the  vengeance  of  the  fkies 
And  with  thy  faints  contend. 

2  Behold  from  diftant  mores 
And  defert  wilds  they  come, 

Combine  for  blood  their  barb'rous  force, 
And  through  thy  cities  roam.        / 
U 


154  PSALMS. 

3  Beneath  the  filent  fhade 
Their  fecret  plots  they  lay, 

Our  peaceful  walls  by  night  invade, 
And  wafte  the  fields  by  day. 

4  And  will  the  God  of  grace, 
Regardlefs  of  our  pain, 

Permit,  fecure,  that  impious  race 
To  riot  in  their  reign  ? 

5  In  vain  their  fecret  guile 
Or  open  force  they  prove  ; 

His  eyes  can  pierce  the  deepeft  veil, 
His  hand  their  ftrength  remove. 

6  Yet  fave  them,  Lord,  from  death, 
Left  we  forget  their  doom  ; 

But  drive  them,  with  thine  angry  breath, 
Through  diftant  lands  to  roam. 

7  Then  (hall  our  grateful  voice 
Proclaim  our  guardian  God  ; 

The  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice, 
And  found  the  praife  abroad* 

PSALM  LX.     Common  Metre. 
Looking  to  God  in  the  dijirefs  of  War. 

1    T    ORD,  thou  haft  fcourg'd  our  guilty  land, 

jLj     Behold  thy  people  mourn  ; 
Shall  vengeance  ever  guide  thy  hand, 

And  mercv  ne'er  return  ?. 


PSALMS.  15s 

2  Beneath  the  terrors  of  thine  eye, 
Earth's  haughty  towers  deeay  ; 

Thy  frowning  mantle  fpreads  the  fay 
And  mortals  melt  away. 

3  Our  Zion  trembles  at  thy  ftroke, 
And  dreads  thy  lifted  hand  ! 

Oh,  heal  the  people  thou  haft  broke, . 
And  fave  the  finking,  land. 

4  Exalt  thy  banner  in  the  field, 
For  thofe  that  fear  thy  name  \ 

From  barb'rous  hofts  our  nation  fhieleL,, 
And  put  our  foes  to  fhame. 

5  Attend  our  armies  to  the  fight, 
And  be  their  guardian  God ; 

In  vain  fhall  numerous  powers  unite 
Againft  thy  lifted  rod. 

6  Our  troops  beneath  thy  guiding  hand, 
Shall  gain  a  glad  renown  : 

'Tis  God  who  makes  the  feeble  ft2nd, 
And  treads  the  mighty  down. 

PSALM  LXI.    ver.  1,-6.    Short  Metre. 

Safety  in  God. 

1   \li  THEN  overwhelm'd  with  grief 
V  V        My  heart  within  me  dies, . 
Helplefs,  and  far  from  all  relief. 
To  heav'n  I  lift  mine  eyes. 


156  PSALMS. 

2  Oh  lead  me  to  the  rock 

That's  high  above  my  head, 
And  make' the  covert  of  thy  wings 
My  fhelter  and  my  {hade. 

3  "Within  thy  prefence,  Lord, 

For  ever  I'll  abide  : 
Thou  art  the  tower  of  my  defence, 
The  refuge  where  I  hide. 

4  Thou  giveft  me  the  lot 

Of  thofe  that  fear  thy  name  ; 
If  endlefs  life  be  their  reward, 
I  fhall  poflefs  the  fame. 

PSALM  LXII.    ver.  5,-12.    Long  Metre. 

No  trujl  in  the  creatures  ;  or,  Faith  in  divine  grace 
and  power. 

1  "\yJY  fpirit  looks  to  God  alone; 

1VJL     My  rock  and  refuge  is  his  throne ; 
In  all  my  fears,  in  all  my  ftraits, 
My  foul  on  his  falvation  waits. 

2  Truft  him,  ye  faints,  in  all  your  ways, 
Pour  out  your  hearts  before  his  face  ; 
When  helpers  fail,  and  foes  invade, 
God  is  our  all-fufficient  aid. 

3  Falfe  are  the  men  of  high  degree, 
The  bafer  fort  are  vanity ; 

Laid  in  the  balance  both  appear 
Light  as  a  puff  of  empty  air. 


PSALMS.  157. 

4  Make  not  increafing  gold  your  truft, 
Nor  fet  your  hearts  on  glitt'ring  dull ; 
Why  will  you  grafp  the  fleeting  fmoke, 
And  not  believe  what  God  hath  fpoke. 

5  Once  has  his  awful  voice  declar'd, 
Once  and  again  my  ears  have  heard, 
All  power  is  his  eternal  due  ; 

He  muft  be  fear'd  and  trufted  too. 

6  For  fov'reign  power  reigns  not  alone, 
Grace  is  a  partner  of  the  throne  : 
Thy  grace  and  juftice,  mighty  Lord, 
Shall  well  divide  our  laft  reward. 

PSALM  LXIII.    ver.   1,  2,  5,  3,  4.    Firft  part 
Common  Metre. 

The  morning  of  the  Lord's  day, 

1  TT^  ARLY,  my  God,  without  delay, 
Jl_j     I  hafte  to  feek  thy  face  ; 

My  third y  fpirit  faints  away, 
Without  thy  cheering  grace. 

2  So  pilgrims  on  the  fcorching  fand, 

Beneath  a  burning  fky, 
Long  for  a  cooling  ftream  at  hand. 
And  they  muft  drink  or  die. 

3  I've  feen  thy  glory  and  thy  power 

Through  all  thy  temple  mine  ; 
My  God,  repeat  that  heav'nly  hour, 
That  vifion  fo  divine. 


15*  PSALMS. 

4  Not  all  the  bleffings  of  a  feaft 

Can  pleafe  my  foul  fo  well, 
As  when  thy  richer  grace  I  tafte. 
And  in  thy  prefence  dwell. 

5  Not  life  itfelf,  with  all  its  joys, 

Can  my  beft  paffions  move, 
Or  raife  fo  high  my  cheerful  voice, 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 

6  Thus,  till  my  lad  expiring  day 

I'll  blefs  my  God  and  King  ; 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
And  tune  my  lips  to  iing. 

PSALM  LXIII.  ver.  6,-10.   Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 

Midnight  thoughts  recollected. 

1  '  "p-WAS  in  the  watches  of  the  night 

I.        I  thought  upon  thy  power, 
I  kept  thy  lovely  face  in  fight 
Amidfl:  the  darkeft  hour. 

2  My  flem  lay  retting  on  my  bed, 

My  foul  arofe  on  high ; 
«  My  God,  my  life,  my  hope,"  I  faid, 
"  Bring  thy  falvation  nigh." 

S   My  fpirit  labours  up  thine  hill, 
And  climbs  the  heav'nly  road  : 
But  thy  right  hand  upholds  me  (till, 
While  I  purfue  my  God. 


PSALMS.  159 

4  Thy  mercy  ftretches  o'er  my  head 

The  ihadow  of  thy  wings  •, 
My  heart  rejoices  in  thy  aid, 
My  tongue  awakes  and  fings. 

5  But  the  deftroyers  of  my  peace 

Shall  fret  and  rage  in  vain ; 
The  tempter  fhall  for  ever  ceafe, 
And  all  my  fins  be  flain. 

6  Thy  fword  mail  give  my  foes  to  death, 

And  fend  them  down  to  dwell 
In  the  dark  caverns  of  the  earth, 
Or  in  the  deeps  of  hell. 

PSALM  LXIII.     Long  Metre. 

Longing  after  God  ;  or,  The  love  of  God  better  than 
life. 

1  jT^  REAT  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim, 
\JT  Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  reft  *, 
The  glories  that  compofe  thy  name 

Stand  all  engag'd  to  make  me  bleft. 

2  Thou  great  and  good,  thou  juft  and  wife, 

Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God  ; 
And  I  am  thine  by  facred  ties, 

Thy  fon,  thy  fervant,  bought  with  blood. 

3  With  heart,  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands 

For  thee  I  long,  to  thee  I  look, 
As  travellers  in  thirfty  lands 

Pant  for  the  cooling  water  brook. 


160  PSALMS. 

4  With  early  feet  I  love  t'  appear 

Among  thy  faints,  and  feek  thy  face, 
Oft'  have  I  feen  thy  glory  there, 

And  felt  the  power  of  fov'reign  grace. 

5  Not  fruits  or  wines,  that  tempt  our  tafte, 

No  pleafures  that  to  fenfe  belong 
Could  make  me  fo  divinely  bleft, 
Or  raife  fo  high  my  cheerful  fong. 

6  My  life  itfelf  without  thy  love 

No  tafte  or  pleafure  could  afford ; 
'Twould  but  a  tirefome  burden  prove, 
If  I  were  banifh'd  from  the  Lord. 

7  Amidft  the  wakeful  hours  of  night, 

When  bufy  cares  afflict  my  head, 

One  thought  of  thee  gives  new  delight, 

And  adds  refrefhment  to  my  bed. 

8  I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raife  my  voice, 

While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praife ; 
This  work  fhall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  blefs  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

PSALM  LXIH.     Short  Metre, 

Seeking  God. 

I    "]\/|"Y  God,  permit  my  tongue 
_1VJl     This  joy,  to  call  thee  mine  ; 
And  let  my  early  cries  prevail 
To  tafte  thy  love  divine. 


PSALMS.  161 


2  My  thirfty  fainting  foul 

Thy  mercy  does  implore  : 
Not  travellers  in  defer t  lands 
Can  pant  for  water  more. 

3  Within  thy  churches,  Lord, 

I  long  to  find  my  place, 
Thy  power  and  glory  to  behold, 
And  feel  thy  quick'ning  grace. 

4<  For  life  without  thy  love 
No  relifh  can  afford  ; 
No  joy  can  be  compar'd  with  this, 
To  ferve  and  pleafe  the  Lord. 

5  To  thee  I'll  lift  my  hands, 

And  praife  thee  while  I  live  ; 
Not  the  rich  dainties  of  a  feaft 
Such  food  or  pleafure  give. 

6  In  wakeful  hours  of  night 

I  call  my  God  to  mind ; 
I  think  how  wife  thy  counfels  are, 
And  all  thy  dealings  kind. 

7  Since  thou  haft  been  my  help, 

To  thee  my  fpirit  flies, 
And  on  thy  watchful  providence 
My  cheerful  hope  relies. 

8  The  fhadow  of  thy  wings 

My  foul  in  fafety  keeps  : 
I  follow  where  my  father  leads, 
And  he  fupports  my  fteps. 
X 


162  PSALMS. 

PSALM  LXIV.     Long  Metre. 

1  /^1  REAT  God,  attend  to  my  complaint, 
V_T     Nor  let  my  drooping  fpirit  faint ; 
When  foes  in  fecret  fpread  the  fnare, 

Let  my  falvation  be  thy  care. 

2  Shield  me  without,  and  guard  within, 
From  treacherous  foes  and  deadly  fin ; 
May  envy,  luft  and  pride  depart, 
And  heav'nly  grace  expand  my  heart. 

3  Thy  juftice  and  thy  power  difplayr 
And  fcatter  far  thy  foes  away  ; 
While  lift'ning  nations  learn  thy  word, 
And  faints  triumphant  blefs  the  Lord. 

4  Then  fhall  thy  church  exalt  her  voice, 
And  all  that  love  thy  name  rejoice  ; 
By  faith  approach  thine  awful  throne, 
And  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

PSALM  LXV.    ver.   1,-5.    Firft  part.    Long 
Metre. 

Public  prayer  and  praife. 

1  rTPHE  praife  of  Zion  waits  for  thee, 

X       My  God  •,  and  praife  becomes  thy  houfe  ; 
There  mall  thy  faints  thy  glory  fee, 
And  there  perform  their  public  vows. 

2  O  thou  whofe  mercy  bends  the  flues, 
To  fave  when  humble  finners  pray, 

All  lands  to  thee  fhall  lift  their  eyes, 
And  every  yielding  heart  obey. 


Cj 


PSALMS.  163 

3  Againft  my  will  my  fins  prevail, 
But  grace  ihall  purge  away  the  ftain ; 

The  blood  of  Chriil  will  never  fail 
To  warn  my  garments  white  again. 

4  Blefs'd  is  the  man  whom  thou  (halt  chooft 
And  give  him  kind  accefs  to  thee ; 

Give  him  a  place  within  thy  houfe, 
To  tafte  thy  love  divinely  free. 

PAUSE. 

5  Let  Babel  fear  when  Zion  prays  : 
Babel,  prepare  for  long  diftrefs, 

"When  Zion's  God  himfelf  arrays,. 
In  terror  and  in  righteoufnefs. 

6  With  dreadful  glory  God  fulfils 
What  his  afflicted  faints  requeft ; 

And  with  almighty  wrath  reveals 
'His  love,  to  give  his  churches  reft. 

7  Then  fhall  the  flocking  nations  run 
To  Zion's  hill,  and  own  their  Lord  ; 

The  rifmg  and  the  fetting  fun 

Shall  fee  the  Saviour's  name  ador'd. 

PSALM  LXV.  ver.  5,-13.  Second  part.  Long 
Metre. 

Divine  Providence  in  airy  earth  and  fea ;  or,  The 
God  of  nature  and  grace, 

1    r  I  ^HE  God  of  our  falvation  hears 

JL       The  groans  of  Zion,  mix'd  with  tears  ; 
Yet  when  he  comes  with  kind  defigns, 
Through  all  the  way  his  terror  fhines. 


164  PSALMS. 

2  On  him  the  race  of  man  depends, 
Far  as  the  earth's  remoteft  ends, 
Where  the  Creator's  name  is  known, 
By  nature's  feeble  light  alone. 

3  Sailor's  that  travel  o'er  the  flood 
Addrefs  their  frighted  fouls  to  God ; 
When  tempefts  rage,  and  billows  roar 
At  dreadful  diftance  from  the  more. 

4  He  bids  the  noify  tempefts  ceafe  ; 
He  calms  the  raging  crowd  to  peace, 
When  a  tumultous  nation  raves, 
Wild  as  the  winds,  and  loud  as  waves. 

5  Whole  kingdoms  fhaken  by  the  ftorm, 
He  fettles  in  a  peaceful  form ; 
Mountains  eftablifh'd  by  his  hand, 
Firm  on  their  old  foundation  Hand. 

6  Behold,  his  enfigns  fweep  the  fky, 
New  comets  blaze,  and  light'nings  fly ; 
The  heathen  lands,  with  fwift  furprife, 
From  the  bright  horrors  turn  their  eyes. 

7  At  his  command  the  morning  ray 
Smiles  in  the  eaft,  and  leads  the  day, 
He  guides  the  fun's  declining  wheels 
Over  the  tops  of  weftern  hills. 

8  Seafons  and  times  obey  his  voice  ; 
The  ev'ning  and  the  morn  rejoice 

To  fee  the  earth  made  foft  with  fhowers, 
Laden  with  fruits  and  drefs'd  in  flowers. 


PSALMS.  16S 

9  'Tis  from  his  wat'ry  (lores  on  high 
He  gives  the  thirily  ground  fupply  ; 
He  walks  upon  the  clouds,  and  thence 
Doth  his  enriching  drops  difpenfe. 

10  The  defert  grows  a  fruitful  field, 
Abundant  fruit  the  vallies  yield  *, 
The  vallies  fhout  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  neighb'ring  hills  repeat  their  joys. 

1 1  The  paftures  fmile  in  green  array, 
Their  lambs  and  larger  cattle  play  ; 
The  larger  cattle  and  the  lamb, 

Each  in  his  language  fpeaks  thy  name. 

1 2  Thy  works  pronounce  thy  pow'r  divine ; 
O'er  ev'ry  field  thy  glories  fhine ; 
Through  ev'ry  month  thy  gifts  appear ; 
Great  God,  thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year. 

PSALM  LXV.    Firft  part.    Common  Metre. 

A  prayer-hearing  God  ;  and  the  Gentiles  called. 

1  TJ  RAISE  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  thee;     , 

S         There  {hall  our  vows  be  paid  ; 
Thou  haft  an  ear  when  fmners  pray, 
All  flefh  fhall  feek  thine  aid. 

2  Lord,  our  iniquities  prevail, 
But  pard'ning  grace  is  thine, 

And  thou  wilt  grant  us  power  and  (kill 
To  conquer  ev'ry  fin* 


166  PSALMS. 

3  Blefs'd  are  the  men  whom  thou  wilt  choofe 
To  bring  them  near  thy  face, 

Give  them  a  dwelling  in  thine  houfe, 
To  feaft  upon  thy  grace. 

4  In  anfw'ring  what  thy  church  requefls, 
Thy  truth  and  terror  mine, 

And  works  of  dreadful  righteoufnefs 
Fulfil  thy  kind  defign. 

5  Thus  mall  the  wond'ring  nations  fee 
The  Lord  is  good  and  juft  ; 

And  diftant  iflands  fly  to  thee, 
And  make  thy  name  their  truft. 

6  They  dread  thy  glittering  tokens,  Lord, 
When  figns  in  heav'n  appear ; 

But  they  fhall  learn  thy  holy  word, 
And  love  as  well  as  fear. 

PSALM  LXV.  Second  part.  Common  Metre. 

The  providence  of  God  in  air,  earth,  and  fea ;  or, 
The  bleffings  of  rain. 

1  >r  I  ^IS  by  thy  ftrength  the  mountains  ftand, 

I        God  of  eternal  pow'r  ; 
The  fea  grows  calm  at  thy  command, 
And  tempefts  ceafe  to  roar. 

2  Thy  morning  light  and  ev'ning  fhade 

Succeflive  comforts  bring  : 
Thy  plenteous  fruits  make  harveft  glad, 
Thy  flowers  adorn  the  fpring. 


PSALMS.  167 

3  Seafons  and  times,  and  moons  and  hours, 

Heav'n,  earth  and  air  are  thine  j 
When  clouds  diftil  in  fruitful  mowers, 
The  author  is  divine. 

4  Thofe  wand'ring  cifterns  in  the  Iky 

Borne  by  the  winds  around, 
Whofe  wat'ry  treafures  well  fupply 
The  furrows  of  the  ground, 

5  The  thirfty  ridges  drink  their  fill, 

And  ranks  of  corn  appear  ; 
Thy  ways  abound  with  bleffings  ftill, 
Thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year. 

PSALM  LXV.  Third  part.  Common  Metre. 

The  blejfings  of  the  fpring  ;  or,   God  gives  rain* 

A  pfalm  for  the  hufbandman. 

1  /^1  OD  is  the  Lord,  the  heavily  King, 
vJT     Who  makes  the  earth  his  care; 
Vifits  the  paftures  ev'ry  fpring, 

And  bids  the  grafs  appear. 

2  The  clouds,  like  rivers,  rais'd  on  high, 

Pour  out  at  his  command 
Their  wat'ry  bleffings  from  the  Iky, 
To  cheer  the  thirfty  land. 

3  The  foften'd  ridges  of  the  field 

Permit  the  corn  to  fpring ; 

The  vallies  rich  provifion  yield, 

And  the  poor  lab'rers  fing. 


WS  PSALMS. 

4  The  little  hills  on  ev'ry  fide, 

Rejoice  at  falling  fhow'rs  : 
The  meadows  dreft  in  beauteous  pride, 
Perfume  the  air  with  flow'rs. 

5  The  barren  clods,  refrefh'd  with  rain, 

Promife  a  joyful  crop  ; 
The  parched  grounds  look  green  again, 
And  raife  the  reaper's  hope. 

6  The  various  months  thy  goodnefs  crowns, 

How  bounteous  are  thy  ways  ! 
The  bleating  flocks  fpread  o'er  the  downs, 
And  fhepherds  fhout  thy  praife. 

PSALM  LXVI.    Firft  part.    Common  Metre. 

Governing  power  and  goodnefs  ;  or,   Our  grace  tried 
by  ajfliclions. 

1  QING,  all  ye  nations,  to  the  Lord, 
O     Sing  with  a  joyful  noife  ; 
With  melody  of  found  record 

His  honours  and  your  joys. 

2  Say  to  the  pow'r  that  form'd  the  fky, 

"  How  terrible  art  thou  ! 
"  Sinners  before  thy  prefence  fly, 
"  Or  at  thy  feet  they  bow." 

[3  Come,  fee  the  wonders  of  our  God, 
How  glorious  are  his  ways  ! 
In  Mofes'  hand  he  put  the  rod, 
And  clave  the  frighted  feas. 


PSALMS.  169 

4  He  made  the  ebbing  channel  dry, 

While  Ifrael  pafs'd  the  flood, 
There  did  the  church  begin  their  joy, 
And  triumph  in  their  God.] 

5  He  rules  by  his  refiftlefs  might ; 

Will  rebel  mortals  dare 
Provoke  th'  Eternal  to  the  fight, 
And  tempt  that  dreadful  war  ? 

6  O  blefs  our  God  and  never  ceafe  ;' 

Ye  faints  fulfil  his  praife ; 
He  keeps  our  life,  maintains  our  peace. 
And  guides  our  doubtful  ways. 

7  Lord,  thou  haft  prov'd  our  fufFring  fouls, 

To  make  our  graces  fhine  j 
So  filver  bears  the  burning  coals, 
The  metal  to  refine. 

8  Through  wat'ry  deeps  and  fiery  ways 

We  march  at  thy  command, 
Led  to  pofTefs  the  promis'd  place 
By  thine  unerring  hand. 

PSALM  LXVI.    ver.  13,— 20.    Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 

Praife  to  God  for  hearing  prayer; 

1    "VJOW  (hall  my  folemn  vows  be  paid 

X\l      To  that  almighty  pow'r, 
That  heard  the  long  requefts  I  made   > 

In  my  diftrefsful  hour.' 
Y 


170  PSALMS. 

2  My  lips  and  cheerful  heart  prepare 
To  make  his  mercies  known  ; 

Come,  ye  that  fear  my  God,  and  hear 
The  wonders  he  has  done. 

3  "When  on  my  head  huge  forrows  fell, 
I  fought  the  heav'nly  aid  •, 

He  fav'd  my  finking  foul  from  hell, 
And  death's  eternal  fhade. 

I  If  fin  lay  cover'd  in  my  heart 

While  pray'r  employ'd  my  tongue, 
■  The  Lord  had  fhewn  me  no  regard, 
Nor  I  his  praifes  fung. 

6  But  God  (his  name  be  ever  blefs'd !) 

Has  fet  my  fpirits  free, 
Nor  turn'd  from  him  my  poor  requeft, 

Nor  turn'd  his  heart  from  me. 

PSALM  LXVII.     Common  Metre. 

The  nation's  projperhy,  and  the  church1  s  increafe. 

1    OHINE,  mighty  God,  on  Zion  ihine, 
O     With  beams  of  heav'nly  grace  : 

Reveal  thy  pow'r  through  all  our  coafts, 
And  fhew  thy  fmiling  face. 

[2  Amidft  our  realm,  exalted  high 

Do  thou  our  glory  ftand, 
And,  like  a  wall  of  guardian  fire, 

Surround  the  fav'rite  land.3 


PSALMS,  171 

3  When  fhall  thy  name  from  more  to  more 
Sound  all  the  earth  abroad, 

And  diftant  nations  know  and  love 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God  ? 

4  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  diftant  lands, 
Sing  loud,  with  folemn  voice  ; 

Let  every  tongue  exalt  his  praife, 
And  every  heart  rejoice. 

5  He,  the  great  Lord,  the  fov'reign  Judge, 
That  fits  enthron'd  above, 

In  wifdom  rules  the  worlds  he  made 
And  bids  them  tafte  his  love. 

6  Earth  fhall  obey  his  high- command, 
And  yield  a  full  increafe  ; 

Our  God  will  crown  his  chofen  land 
"With  fruitfulnefs  and  peace. 

7  God  the  redeemer  fcatters  round 
His  choiceft  favours  here, 

While  the  creation's  utmoft  bound 
Shall  fee,  adore  and  fear. 

PSALM    LXVIII.  Firft  part.  ver.  1,-6,— 32,- 
35.  Long  Metre. 

The  vengeance  and  compajfion  of  God, 

1    T    ET  God  arife  in  all  his  might, 

JLi  And  put  the  troops  of  hell  to  flight ; 
As  fmoke  that  fought  to  cloud  the  ikies> 
Before  the  riling  temple  flies* 


172  PSALMS. 

[2  He  comes  array'd  in  burning  flames, 
Juftice  and  Vengeance  are  his  names  : 
Behold  his  fainting  foes  expire, 
Like  melting  wax  before  the  fire.] 

3  He  rides  and  thunders  through  the  fky  ; 
His  name  Jehovah  founds  on  high  : 
Sing  to  his  name,  ye  fons  of  grace  •, 

Ye  faints,  rejoice  before  his  face. 

4  The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs 
Fly  to  his  aid  in  fharp  diftrefs  ! 
In  him  the  poor  and  helplefs  find 
A  Judge  that's  juft,  a  Father  kind. 

5  He  breaks  the  captive's  heavy  chain, 
And  pris'ners  fee  the  light  again  ; 
But  rebels  that  difpute  his  will, 

Shall  dwell  in  chains  and  darknefs  ftill 

PAUSE. 

6  Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong : 
Crown  him,  ye  nations,  in  your  fong: 
His  wond'rous  name  and  powers  rehearfe, 
His  honours  fhall  enrich  your  verfe. 

7  He  fhakes  the  heav'ns  with  loud  alarms 
How  terrible  is  God  in  arms  ! 

In  Ifra'l  are  his  mercies  known, 
Ifra'l  is  his  peculiar  throne. 

8  Proclaim  him  King,  pronounce  him  blefs'd : 
He's  your  defence,  your  joy,  your  reft  ; 
When  terrors  rife  and  nations  faint, 

God  is  the  ftrength  of  ev'ry  faint. 


PSALMS.  178 

PSALM  LXVIII.  ver.  17,  18.  Second  part 
Long  Metre. 

ChriJFs  afcenfon,  and  the  gift  of  the  fpirit. 

1  T    ORD,  when  thou  didft  afcend  on  high, 
l^j  Ten  thoufand  angels  fill'd  the  iky  •, 
Thofe  heav'nly  guards  around  thee  wait, 
Like  chariots  that  attend  thy  ftate. 

2  Not  Sinai's  mountain  could  appear 
More  glorious,  when  the  Lord  was  there, 
While  he  pronounc'd  his  dreadful  law, 
And  ftruck  the  chofen  tribes  with  awe. 

3  How  bright  the  triumph  none  can  tell, 
When  the  rebellious  pow'rs  of  hell, 
That  thoufand  fouls  had  captive  made, 
Were  ail  in  chains,  like  captives  led. 

4  Rais'd  by  his  Father  to  the  throne, 
He  fent  his  promis'd  Spirit  down, 
With  gifts  and  grace  for  rebel  men, 
That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  again. 

PSALM  LXVIII.    ver.  19,  9,  20,  21,  22.  Third 
part.     Long  Metre. 

Praifefor  temporal  bleffings  ;   or,  Common  and  fpecial 
mercies. 

1   "\7[7E  kiefs  the  Lord,  the  juft,  the  good, 
V  V     Who  fills  our  hearts  with  heav'nly  food  ; 
Who  pours  his  bleffings  from  the  flues, 
And  loads  our  days  with  rich  fupplies. 


174  PSALMS. 

2  He  fends  his  fun  his  circuit  round, 

To  cheer  the  fruits,  to  warm  the  ground  ; 
He  bids  the  clouds,  with  plenteous  rain, 
Refrefh  the  thirfty  earth  again. 

3  *Tis  to  his  care  we  owe  our  breath, 
And  all  our  near  efcapes  from  death : 
Safety  and  health  to  God  belong : 

He  heals  the  weak  and  guards  the  ftrong. 

4  He  makes  the  faint  and  fmner  prove 
The  common  bleflings  of  his  love  mx 
But  the  wide  difference  that  remains 
Is  endlefs  joy  or  endlefs  pains. 

5  The  Lord  that  bruis'd  the  ferpent's  head^ 
On  all  the  ferpent's  feed  fhall  tread, 
Ihe  ftubborn  tinner's  heart  confound, 
And  fmite  him  with  a  lalting  wound. 

6  But  his  right  hand  his  faints  fhall  raife 
From  the  deep  earth,  or  deeper  feas  ; 
And  bring  them  to  his  court  above, 
There  fhall  they  tafte  his  fpecial  love. 

PSALM  LXIX.    ver.  1,-14.    Firft  part.    Com- 
mon Metre. 

The  filterings  of  Chrif  for  our  falvation. 

1   «  QAVE  me,  O  God,  the  fwelling  floods 

O      "  Break  in  upon  my  foul : 
.  "  I  fink  ;  and  forrows  o'er  my  head 
"  Like  mighty  waters  roll. 


PSALMS.  175 

♦J  "I  cry  'till  all  my  voice  be  gone, 
«  In  tears  I  wafte  the  day : 
"  My  God,  behold  my  longing  eyes, 
"  And  fhorten  my  delay. 

3  "  They  hate  my  foul  without  a  caufe, 

"  And  flill  their  number  grows ; 
«  More  than  the  hairs  around  my  head, 
«  And  mighty  are  my  foes. 

4  "  'Twas  then  I  paid  that  dreadful  debt 

"  That  men  could  never  pay, 

"  And  gave  that  honour  to  the  law 

"  Which  finners  took  away." 

.5  Thus,  in  the  great  Meffiah's  name, 
The  royal  prophet  mourns  ; 
Thus  he  awakes  our  hearts  to  grief, 
And  gives  us  joy  by  turns. 

6  "  Now  mall  the  faints  rejoice  and  find 

"  Salvation  in  my  name, 
"  For  I  have  borne  their  heavy  load 
"  Of  forrow,  pain,  and  fhame. 

7  "  Grief,  like  a  garment,  cloth'd  me  round, 

"  And  fackcloth  was  my  drefs, 
"  While  I  procur'd  for  naked  fouls 
"  A  robe  of  righteoufnefs. 

8  "  Amongft  my  brethren  and  the  Jews 

"  I  like  a  ftranger  ftood, 
«  And  bore  their  vile  reproach,  to  bring 
«•  The  Gentiles  near  to  God. 


176  PSALMS. 

9  "  I  came  in  finful  mortal's  ftead 

"  To  do  my  Father's  will, 
«  Yet,  when  I  cleans'd  my  Father's  houfe, 
"  They  fcandaiiz'd  my  zeal. 

10  "  My  failings  and  my  holy  groans 

"  Were  made  the  drunkard's  fong ; 
"  But  God  from  his  celeftial  throne, 
"  Heard  my  complaining  tongue. 

1 1  "  He  fav'd  me  from  the  dreadful  deep, 

"  Where  fears  befet  me  round  ; 
**  He  rais'd  and  fix'd  my  finking  feet 
"  On  well  eitablifh'd  ground. 

12  "  'Twas  in  a  moil  accepted  hour 

tc  My  prayer  arofe  on  high, 
"  And,  for  my  fake,  my  God  mail  hear 
«  The  dying  Tinner's  cry." 

PSALM  LXIX.  ver.  14,-21,  26,  29,  32. 
Second  part.     Common  Metre. 

The  pajfion  and  exaltation  of  Chriji. 

1  l^TOW  let  our  lips,  with  holy  fear, 
JT^      And  mournful  pleafure,  fing 

The  fufFrings  of  our  great  high  prieft, 
The  forrows  of  our  King. 

2  He  finks  in  floods  of  deep  diftrefs  j 
How  high  the  waters  rife  ! 

While  to  his  heav'nly  father's  ear 
He  fends  perpetual  cries, 


PSALMS.  177 

3  "  Hear  me,  O  Lord,  and  fave  thy  Son, 
"  Nor  hide  thy  mining  face ; 

"  Why  mould  thy  fav'rite  look  like  one 
"  Forfaken  of  thy  grace  ? 

4  "  With  rage  they  perfecute  the  man 
"  That  groans  beneath  thy  wound, 

"  While  for  a  facrifice  I  pour 
"  My  life  upon  the  ground. 

5  "  They  tread  my  honour  to  the  duft, 
"  And  laugh  when  I  complain  ; 

"  Their  fharp  infulting  flanders  add 
«  Frefh  anguifh  to  my  pain. 

6  "  All  my  reproach  is  known  to  thee, 
M  The  fcandal  and  the  fhame ; 

"  Reproach  has  broke  my  bleeding  heart, 
"  And  lies  defrTd  my  name. 

7  "  I  look'd  for  pity  but  in  vain ; 
"  My  kindred  are  my  grief ; 

«  I  afk  my  friends  for  comfort  round, 
"  But  meet  with  no  relief. 

8  U  With  vinegar  they  mock  my  thirft, 
"  They  give  me  gall  for  food  ; 

«  And  fporting  with  my  dying  groans, 
«  They  triumph  in  my  blood. 

9  "  Shine  into  my  diftrefled  foul, 
"  Let  thy  companion  fave  ; 

"  And  though  my  flefh  link  down  to  death, 
«  Redeem  it  from  the  grave. 
Z 


17*  PSALMS. 

1 0  "  I  fhall  arife  tc  praife  thy  name, 
"  Shall  reign  in  worlds  unknown, 

"  And  thy  falvation,  O  my  God, 
«  Shall  feat  me  on  thy  throne.'* 


PSALM  LXIX.  Third  part.  Common  Metre. 

ChriJFs  obedience  and  death ;  or,  God  glorified  and 
finners  faved. 

1  T?  ATHER,  I  fing  thy  wond'rous  grace, 
X?       I  blefs  my  Saviour's  name, 

He  brought  falvation  for  the  poor, 
And  bore  the  tinner's  fhame. 

2  His  deep  diftrefs  has  rais'd  us  high, 
His  duty  and  his  zeal 

FulfilPd  the  law  which  mortals  broke, 
And  finim'd  all  thy  will. 

3  His  dying  groans,  his  living  fongs, 
Shall  better  pleafe  my  God, 

Than  harp  or  trumpet's  folemn  found, 
Than  goals'  or  bullocks'  blood. 

4  This  fhall  his  humble  foll'wers  fee, 
And  fet  their  hearts  at  reft  ; 

They  by  his  death  draw  near  to  thee. 
And  live  for  ever  blefs'd. 

5  Let  heav'n  and  all  that  dwell  on  high 
To  God  theiT  voices  raife, 

While  lands  and  feas  aflifl  the  fky, 
And  join  t'  advance  his  praife. 


PSALMS!  179 

6  Zion  is  thine,  moil  holy  God  -> 

Thy  Son  fhall  blefs  her  gates ; 
And  glory,  purchas'd  by  his  blood, 

For  thine  own  Ifra'l  waits. 

PSALM  LXIX.     Firft  part.     Long  Metre 
ChrijFs  pajftofi)  and Jinner' s  falvatiotu 

1  THVEEP  in  our  hearts  let  us  record 

i  J     The  deeper  forrows  of  our  Lord  j 
Behold  the  rifing  billows  roll, 
To  overwhelm  his  holy  foul ! 

2  In  long  complaints  he  fpends  his  breath, 
While  hofts  of  hell  and  powers  of  death., 
And  all  the  fons  of  malice  join 

To  execute  their  curs'd  defign. 

3  Yet,  gracious  God,  thy  pow'r  and  love 
Has  made  the  curfe  a  blefling  prove  ; 
Thofe  dreadful  fufF'rings  of  thy  Son 
Aton'd  for  crimes  which  we  have  done. 

4<  The  pangs  of  our  expiring  Lord, 
The  honours  of  thy  law  reftor'd ; 
His  forrows  made  thy  juftice  known, 
And  paid  for  follies  not  his  own. 

5  O  for  his  fake  our  guilt  forgive, 
And  let  the  mourning  flnner  live ; 
The  Lord  will  hear  us  in  his  name, 
Nor  fhall  our  hope  be  turn'd  to  fhame. 


180  PSALMS. 

PSALM  LXIX.  ver.  7,  &t.  Second  part.  Long 
Metre. 

ChriJJ' }s  fufferings  and  zeal. 

1  'r-piWAS  for  our  fake,  eternal  God, 

I         Thy  Son  fuftain'd  that  heavy  load 
Of  bafe  reproach  and  fore  difgrace, 
While  fhame  defiTd  his  facred  face. 

2  The  Jews,  his  brethren  and  his  kin, 
Abus'd  the  man  that  check'd  their  fin ; 
While  he  fulfill'd  thy  holy  laws, 
They  hate  him,  but  without  a  caufe. 

[3  "  My  Father's  houfe,"  faid  he,  "  was  made 
"  A  place  for  worfhip,  not  for  trade  ;" 
Then  fcatt'ring  all  their  gold  and  brafs, 
He  fcourg'd  the  merchants  from  the  place.] 

[4  Zeal  for  the  temple  of  his  God 
Confum'd  his  life,  expos'd  his  blood  : 
Reproaches  at  thy  glory  thrown 
He  felt,  and  mourn'd  them  as  his  own.] 

[5  His  friends  forfook,  his  followers  fled, 
While  foes  and  arms  furround  his  head  : 
They  curfe  him  with  a  flanderous  tongue 
And  the  falfe  judge  maintains  the  wrong.] 

[6  His  life  they  load  with  hateful  lies,     * 
And  charge  his  lips  with  blafphemies  : 
They  nail  him  to  the  fhameful  tree ; 
There  hung  the  man  that  died  for  me.] 


PSALMS.  181 

7  But  God  beheld  •,  and  from  his  throne, 
Marks  out  the'  men  that  hate  his  Son  ; 
The  hand  that  rais'd  him  from  the  dead 
Shall  pour  the  vengeance  on  their  head. 

PSALM  LXX.     Common  Metre. 
Protection  againjl  perfonal  enemies. 

1  TN  hafte,  O  God,  attend  my  call, 

:       Nor  hear  my  cries  in  vain  ; 
Oh  let  thy  fpeed  prevent  my  fall, 
And  ftill  my  hope  fuftain. 

2  When  foes  infidious  wound  my  name, 

And  tempt  my  foul  aftray, 
Then  let  them  fall  with  lafting  fliame, 
To  their  Own  plots  a  prey. 

3  While  all  that  love  thy  name  rejoice, 

And  glory  in  thy  word, 
In  thy  falvation  raife  their  voice, 
And  magnify  the  Lord. 

4  O  thou  my  help  in  time  of  need, 

Behold  my  fore  difmay  *, 
In  pity  haften  to  my  aid, 
Nor  let  thy  grace  delay. 

PSALM  LXXI.    ver.  5,-9.    Firft  part.    Com- 
mon Metre. 

The  aged  faint's  reflection  and  hope. 
I    ~|\/TY  God,  my  everlafting  hope, 
jLVJL      I  live  upon  thy  truth  ; 
Thine  hands  have  held  my  childhood  up, 
And  ftrength'ned  all  my  youth. 


182  PSALMS. 

2  My  flefh  was  fafhion'd  by  thy  power, 

With  all  thefe  limbs  of  mine  : 
And,  from  my  mother's  painful  hour, 
I've  been  entirely  thine. 

3  Still  has  my  life  new  wonders  feeti 

Repeated  every  year : 
Behold,  my  days  that  yet  remain 
I  truft  them  to  thy  care. 

4  Call  me  not  off  when  flrengtli  declines, 

When  hoary  hairs  arife  ; 
And  round  me  let  thy  glory  mine 
Whene'er  thy  fervant  dies. 

5  Then,  in  the  hift'ry  of  my  age, 

When  men  review  my  days, 
They'll  read  thy  love  in  ev'ry  page, 
In  ev'ry  line  thy  praife. 

PSALM  LXXI.    ver.   15,  14,  16,  23,  22,  21. 
Second  part.     Common  Metre. 

Chrifl  our  jlrength  and  rtghteoufnefs . 

1    T%/rY  Saviour,  my  almighty  friend, 
JLVX     When  I  begin  thy  praife, 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, 
The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 

2.  Thou  art  my  everlafting  truft, 
Thy  goodnefs  I  adore  ! 
And  fince  I  knew  thy  graces  firft, 
I  fpeak  thy  glories  more. 


PSALMS.  1S3 

3  My  £cet  fhall  travel  all  the  length 

Of  the  celeftial  road, 
And  march  with  courage,  in  thy  ftrength, 
To  fee  my  Father,  God. 

4  When  I  am  fill'd  with  fore  diflrefs 

For  fome  furprifmg  fin, 
I'll  plead  thy  perfect  righteoufnefs, 
And  mention  none  but  thine. 

5  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  victories  of  my  king  ! 
My  foul,  redeemed  from  fin  and  hell, 
Shall  thy  faivation  fing. 

6  [My  tongue  mail  all  the  day  proclaim 

My  Saviour  and  my  God> 
His  death  has  brought  my  foes  to  fhame, 
And  fav'd  me  by  his  blood.] 

7  Awake,  awake,  my  tuneful  pow'rs  > 

"With  this  delightful  fong 
I'll  entertain  the  darkeft  hours, 
Nor  think  the  feafon  long. 

PSALM  LXXI.  ver.  17,-21.  Third  part.  Com- 
mon Metre. 

The  aged  Chriftiarfs  prayer  and  fong  ;  or,   Old  age, 
death  and  the  refurreclion. 

1    /^  OD  of  my  childhood,  and  my  youth, 

V_T     The  guide  of  all  my  days, 
I  have  declar'd  thy  heavenly  truth, 

And  told  thy  wond'rous  ways. 


184.  PSALMS. 

2  Wilt  thou  forfake  my  hoary  hairs, 
And  leave  my  fainting  heart  ? 

Who  fhall  fuftain  my  finking  years 
If  God,  my  ftrength  depart  ? 

3  Let  me  thy  pow'r  and  truth  proclaim 
Before  the  rifmg  age, 

And  leave  a  favour  of  thy  name 
When  I  fhall  quit  the  ftage. 

4  The  land  of  filence  and  of  death 
Attends  my  next  remove  ; 

O  may  thefe  poor  remains  of  breath 
Teach  the  wide  world  thy  love  ! 

PAUSE. 

5  Thy  righteoufnefs  is  deep  and  high, 
Unfearchable  thy  deeds : 

Thy  glory  fpreads  beyond  the  Iky, 
And  all  my  praife  exceeds. 

6  Oft  have  I  heard  thy  threat'nings  roar 
And  oft  endur'd  the  grief; 

But  when  thy  hand  has  prefs'd  me  fore, 
Thy  grace  was  my  relief. 

7  By  long  experience  have  I  known 
Thy  fov'reign  power  to  fave ; 

At  thy  command  I  venture  down 
Securely  to  the  grave. 

8  When  I  lie  buried  deep  in  duft, 
My  flefh  fhall  be  thy  care  ; 

Thefe  wither'd  limbs  with  thee  I  truft 
To  raife  them  ftrong  and  fair. 


PSALMS.  185 

PSALM  LXX1I.     Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 
The  kingdom  of  Chrijl. 

1  (~^\  REAT  God,  whofe  univerfal  fway 

V_X      The  known  and  unknown  worlds  obey, 
Now  give  the  kingdom  to  thy  Son, 
Extend  his  power,  exalt  his  throne. 

2  Thy  fceptre  well  becomes  his  hands, 
All  heav'n  fubmits  to  his  commands  3 
His  juftice  mail  avenge  the  poor, 
And  pride  and  rage  prevail  no  more. 

3  With  pow'r  he  vindicates  the  juft, 
And  treads  th'  oppreffor  in  the  dull ; 
His  worfhip  and  his  fear  fhall  laft, 
Till  hours  and  years,  and  time  be  paft. 

4  As  rain  on  meadows  newly  mown, 
So  fhall  he  fend  his  influence  down  j 
His  grace  on  fainting  fouls  diftils, 
Like  heav'nly  dew  on  thirfty  hills. 

5  The  heathen  lands  that  lie  beneath 
The  fhades  of  overfpreading  deaths 
Revive  at  his  firft  dawning  light, 
And  deferts  bloflbm  at  the  fight. 

6  The  faints  fhall  flourifh  in  his  days, 
Drefs'd  in  the  robes  of  joy  and  praife  ; 
Peace,  like  a  river  from  his  throne 
Shall  flow  to  nations  yet  unknown. 

Aa 


186  PSALMS. 

PSALM  LXXII.     Second  part.     Long  Metre. 
ChriJPs  kingdom  among  the  Gentiles. 

1     TESUS  fhall  reign  where'er  the  fun 
J       Does  his  fucceffive  journeys  run  : 
His  kingdom  ftretch  from  more  to  fhore, 
Till  moons  fhall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

[2  Behold  the  nations  with  their  kings  ; 
There  Europe  her  befl  tribute  brings  *, 
From  north  to  fouth  the  princes  meet 
To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet. 

3  There  Perfia  glorious  to  behold, 
And  India  fhines  in  eaftern  gold ; 
While  weftern  empires  own  their  Lord, 
And  favage  tribes  attend  his  word.] 

4  For  him  fhall  endlefs  pray'r  be  made, 
And  endlefs  praifes  crown  his  head  ; 
His  name  like  fweet  perfume  fhall  rife 
"With  every  morning  facrifice. 

5  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  fweeteft  fong ', 
And  infant-voices  fhall  proclaim 
Their  early  blefTings  on  his  name. 

6  BlefTmgs  abound  where'er  he  reigns  ; 
The  joyful  prifoner  burfts  his  chains ; 
The  weary  find  eternal  reft, 

And  all  the  fons  of  want  are  bleft. 


PSALMS,  1S7 

[7  Where  he  difplays  his  healing  pow'r, 
Death  and  the'  curfe  are  known  no  more : 
In  him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boaft 
More  bleffings  than  their  father  loft. 

S  Let  every  creature  rife  and  bring 
Peculiar  honours  to  our  king  : 
Angels  defcend  with  fongs  again. 
And  earth  repeats  the  loud  amen.] 

PSALM  LXXIII.  Firft  part.  Common  Metre. 
Afflicted  faints  happy,  and  profperous  finners  turfed. 
OW  Fm  convinced  the  Lord  is  kind 


'N 


To  men  of  hearts  fincere, 
Yet  once  my  foolifh  thoughts  repin'd, 
And  border' d  on  defpair. 

2  I  griev'd  to  fee  the  wicked  thrive, 
And  fpoke  with  angry  breath, 

«  How  pleafant  and  profane  they  live  j 
"  How  peaceful  is  their  death : 

3  "  With  well-fed  flefh  and  haughty  eyes 
«  They  lay  their  fears  to  fleep  ; 

«  Againft  the  heav'ns  their  llanders  rife, 
«  While  faints  in  filence  weep. 

4  "  In  vain'  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
"  And  cleanfe  my  heart  in  vain ; 

«  For  I  am  chaft'ned  all  the  day,. 
«*  The  night  renews  my  pain." 


188  PSALMS. 

5  Yet  while  my  tongue  indulg'd  complaints, 
I  felt  my  heart  reprove  ; 

«  Sure  I  (hall  thus  offend  the  faints, 
"  And  grieve  the  men  I  love." 

6  But  ftill  I  found  my  doubts  too  hard^ 
The  conflicT:  too  fevere, 

'Till  I  retir'd  to  fearch  thy  word, 
And  learn  thy  fecrets  there. 

7  There  as  in  fome  prophetic  glafs, 
I  faw  the  finner  fit 

High  mounted  on  a  flipp'ry  place, 
Befide  a  fiery  pit. 

8  I  heard  the  wretch  profanely  boaft, 
'Till  at  thy  frown  he  fell ; 

His  honours  in  a  dream  were  loft, 
And  he  awakes  in  hell. 

9  Lord,  what  an  envious  fool  I  was  ! 
How  like  a  thoughtlefs  beaft  ! 

Thus  to  fufpecl:  thy  promis'd  grace, 
And  think  the  wicked  bleft. 

10  Yet  I  was  kept  from  full  defpair, 
Upheld  by  power  unknown  ; 

That  bleffed  hand  that  broke  the  fnare 
Shall  guide  me  to  thy  throne. 

PSALM  LXXIII.    ver.  23,-28.    Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 

God  our  portion  here  and  hereafter. 

1    /^1  OD,  my  fupporter  and  my  hope, 

VJ      My  help  for  ever  near, 
Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up 

When  finking  in  defpair. 


PSALMS.  189 

2  Thy  counfels,  Lord,  fhall  guide  my  feet 
Through  life's  bewilder'd  race  \ 

Thine  hand  conduct  me  near  thy  feat, 
To  dwell  before  thy  face. 

3  Were  I  in  heav'n  without  my  God, 
'T would  be  no  joy.  to  me  : 

And  whilft  this  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  thee. 

4  What  if  the  fprings  of  life  fhould  break, 
And  flefh  and  heart  mould  faint, 

God  is  my  foul's  eternal  rock, 
The  ftrength  of  every  faint. 

0  Behold  the  miners  that  remove 
Far  from  thy  prefence  die  ; 

Not  all  the  idol  gods  they  love 
Can  fave  them  when  they  cry. 

6  But  to  draw  near  to  thee,  my  God, 

Shall  be  my  fweet  employ ; 
My  tongue  fhall  found  thy  works  abroad, 

And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 

PSALM  LXXIII.    ver.  22,  3,  6,  17,-20.  Long 
Metre. 

The  profperity  ofjinners  curfed. 

1  '        ORD,  what  a  thoughtlefs  wretch  was  I, 
\  j     To  mourn,  and  murmur,  and  repine, 

To  fee  the  wicked  plac'd  on  high, 
In  pride'  and  robes  of  honour  fhine. 


190  PSALMS. 

2  But,  oh  their  end,  their  drea'dful  end  \ 
Thy  fan&uary  taught  me  fa: 

On  flipp'ry  rocks  I  fee  them  ftand, 
And  fiery  billows  roll  below. 

3  Now  let  them  boaft  how  tall  they  rife, 
I'll  never  envy  them  again  ; 

There  they  may  (land  with  haughty  eyes, 
'Till  they  plunge  deep  in  endlefs  pain. 

4  Their  fancy'd  joys,  how  faft  they  flee  ! 
Like  dreams  as  fleeting  and  as  vain ; 

Their  fongs  of  fofteft  harmony 
Are  but  a  prelude  to  their  pain. 

5  Now  I  efteem  their  mirth  and  wine 
Too  dear  to  purchafe  with  my  blood ; 

Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine, 
My  life,  my  portion,  and  my  God. 


\s 


PSALM  LXXIII.     Short  Metre. 

The  myjlery  of  Providence  unfolded. 

URE  there's  a  righteous  God, 
Nor  is  religion  vain  ; 
Though  men  of  vice  may  boaft  aloud, 
And  men  of  grace  complain. 

2  I  law  the  wicked  rife, 

And  felt  my  heart  repine, 
While  haughty  fools  with  fcornful  eye*» 

In  robes  of  honour  fhine. 


PSALMS.  191 

3  [Pamper'd  witfi  wanton  eafe, 

Their  fleih  looks  full  and  fair, 
Their  wealth  rolls  in  like  flowing  feas, 
And  grows  without  their  care. 

4  Free  from  the  plagues  and  pains 

That  pious  fouls  endure, 
Through  ail  their  life  opprefiion  reigns, 
And  racks  the  humble  poor. 

5  Their  impious  tongues  blafpheme 

The  everlafting  God  : 
Their  malice  blafts  the  good  man's  name, 
And  fpreads  their  lies  abroad. 

6  But  I  with  flowing  tears 

Indulg'd  my  doubts  to  rife  : 
«  Is  there  a  God  that  fees  or  hears 
"  The  things  below  the  ikies  ?] 

7  The  tumult  of  my  thought 

Held  me  in  hard  fufpenfe, 
'Till  to  thy  houfe  my  feet  were  brought 
To  learn  thy  juftice  thence. 

8  Thy  word  with  light  and  pow'r 

Did  my  miflake  amend : 
I  view'd  the  finners  life  before, 
But  here  I  learnt  their  end. 

9  On  what  a  flipp'ry  fteep 

The  thoughtlefs  wretches  go  ! 

And  oh  !  that  dreadful  fiery  deep 

That  waits  their  fall  below  ! 


192  PSALMS. 

10  Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  bow, 

My  thoughts  no  more  repine  : 
I  call  my  God  my  portion  now, 
And  all  my  powers  are  thine. 

PSALM  LXXIV.     Common  Metre. 
The  church  pleading  with  God  under  fore  perf edition, 

1  TI TILL  God  for  ever  call;  us  off! 

V  V        His  wrath  for  ever  fmoke 
Againfl  the  people  of  his  love — 
His  little  chofen  flock  ? 

2  Think  of  the  tribes  fo  dearly  bought 

With  their  Redeemer's  blood  \ 
Nor  let  thy  Zion  be  forgot, 
Where  once  thy  glory  flood. 

3  Lift  up  thy  feet,  and  march  in  hafte, 

Aloud  our  ruin  calls  ; 
See  what  a  wide  and  fearful  wafte 
Is  made  within  thy  walls. 

4  Where  once  thy  churches  pray'd  and  fang, 

Thy  foes  profanely  rage  •, 
Amid  thy  gates  their  enfigns  hang, 
And  there  their  hofts  engage. 

5  How  are  the  feats  of  worfhip  broke  ? 

They  tear  the  buildings  down, 
And  he  that  deals  the  heavieft  ftroke 
Procures  the  chief  renown. 


psalms.  tee 

6  With  flames  they  threaten  to  deftroy 

Thy  children  in  their  reft  ; 
«  Come  let  .us  burn  at  once"  (they  cry) 
"  The  temple  and  the  prieft." 

7  And,  ftill  to  heighten  our  diftrefs, 

Thy  prefence  is  withdrawn  : 
Thy  wonted  figns  of  power  and  grace, 
Thy  power  and  grace  are  gone. 

8  No  prophet  fpeaks  to  calm  our  grief? 

But  all  in  filence  mourn  \ 
Nor  know  the  times  of  our  relief, 
The  hour  of  thy  return,      i 

PAUSE. 

9  How  long,  eternal  God,  how  long.! 

Shall  men  of  pride  blafpheme  ; 
Shall  faints  be  made  their  endlefs  fong, 
And  bear  immortal  fhame  ? 

10  Can'ft  thou  for  ever  fit  and  hear 

Thy  holy  name  profan'd — 
And  ftill  thy  jealoufy  forbear. 
And  ftill  withhold  my  hand  ? 

1 1  What  ftrange  deliverance  haft  thou  fhewia 

In  ages  long  before  ? 
And  now  no  other  God  we  own, 
No  other  God  adore. 

12  Thou  didft  divide  the  raging  fea 

By  thy  refrftlefs  might, 
To  make  thy  tribes  a  wond*rous  way, 
And  then  fecure  their  flight. 

Bb 


19*  PSALMS. 

13  Is  not  the  world  of  nature  thine, 
The  darknefs  and  the  day  ? 
Didft  thou  not  bid  the  morning  mine; 
And  mark  the  fun  his  way  ? 

141  Hath  not  thy  power  form'd  ev'ry  coaft, 
And  fet  the  earth  its  bounds, 
With  fummer's  heat  and  winter's  froft, 
In  their  perpetual  rounds  ? 

1 5  And  mall  the  fons  of  earth  and  duft 

That  facred  power  blafpheme  ! 
Will  not  thy  hand  that  form'd  them  firft 
Avenge  thine  jnjur'd  name  ? 

16  Think  on  the  cov'nant  thou  haft  made. 

And  all  thy  words  of  love  $ 
Nor  let  the  birds  of  prey  invade 
And  vex  thy  trembling  dove. 

)  7  Our  foes  would  triumph  in  our  bloody 
And  make  our  hope  their  jeft  •, 
Plea4  thine  own  caufe,  almighty  God 
And  give  thy  children  reft. 

PSALM  LXXV.     Long  Metre. 

Trmfe  to  God  for  the  return  of  peace. 

1    rTn  O  thee,  moft  high  and  holy  God, 

JL       To  thee  our  thankful  hearts  we  raife  \ 
Thy  works  declare  thy  name  abroad — 
Thy  wond'rous  works  demand  our  praife. 

To  flav'ry  doom'd,  thy  chofen  fons 
Beheld  their  foes  triumphant  rife  ; 

And,  fore  opprefs'd  by  earthly  thrones, 
They  fought  the  fov'reign  of  the  fkies. 


PSALMS.  19* 

3  'Ywas  then,  great  God,  with  equal  power 

Arofe  thy  vengeance  and  thy  grace, 

To  fcourge  their  legions  from  the  iTiore, 

And  fave  the  remnant  of  thy  race. 

4  Thy  hand,  that  form'd  the  reftlefs  main, 

And  rear'd  the  mountain's  awful  headt 
Bade  raging  feas  their  courfe  reftrain, 
And  defert  wilds  receive  their  dead. 

5  Such  wonders  never  come  by  chance, 

Nor  can  the  winds  fuch  blemngs  blow  j 
'Tis  God  the  judge  doth  one  advance, 
'Tis  God  that  lays  another  low. 

6  Let  haughty  tyrants  fink  their  pride, 

Nor  lift  fo  high  their  fcornful  head> 
But  lay  their  impious  thoughts  alide, 
Ai]d  own  the  empire  God  hath  made. 

PSALM  LXXVI.     Common  Metre. 


Ifrael  faved,  and  the  AJfyrians  dejlroyed ;  or,  God's 
vengeance  again/}  his  enemies  proceeds  from  his  church. 

1    T  N  Judah  God  of  old  was  known  •, 
A    His  name  in  Ifrael  great ; 
In  Salem  flood  his  holy  throne, 
And  Zion  was  his  feat. 

Q  Among  the  praifes  of  his  faints, 
His  dwelling  there  he  chofe  ; 
There  he  receiv'd  their  juil  complaints 
Againft  their  haughty  foes. 


196  PSALMS. 

3  From  Zion  went  his  dreadful  word, 

And  broke  that  threatening  fpear ; 
The  bow,  the  arrows,  and  the  fword, 
And  crufh'd  th'  Aflyrian  war. 

4  What  are  the  earth's  wide  kingdoms  elfe 

But  mighty  hills  of  prey  ? 
The  hill  on  which  Jehovah  dwells 
Is  glorious  more  than  they. 

5  'Twas  Zion's  king  that  ftopp'd  the  breath 

Of  captains  and  their  bands  ; 
The^men  of  might  fleep  fail  in  death, 
That  queJls  their  warlike  hands. 

0  At  thy  rebuke,  O  Jacob's  God, 
Both  horfe  and  chariot  fell  : 
Who  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  rod  ? 
Thy  vengeance  who  can  tell  ? 

7  What  pow'r  can  ftand  before  thy  fight 

When  once  thy  wrath  appears  ? 
When  heav'n  fhines  round  with  dreadful  light, 
The  earth  adores  and  fears. 

8  When  God  in  his  own  fov'reign  ways 

Comes  down  to  fave  th'  oppreft, 
The  wrath  of  man  (hall  work  his  praife, 
And  he'll  reftrain  the  reft. 

9  [Vows  to  the  Lord,  and  tribute  bring : 

Ye  princes,  fear  his  frown  j 
His  terrors  fhake  the  proudeft  king, 
And  fmite  his  armies  down. 


PSALMS.  19? 

10  The  thunder  of  his  fharp  rebuke 
Our  haughty  foes  fhall  feel ; 
For  Jacob's  God  hath  not  forfook, 
But  dwells  in  Zion  ftill.] 

PSALM  LXXVII.    Firft  part.    Common  Metres 
Melancholy  a/faulting,  and  hope  prevailing. 

1  r  |    O  God  I  cry'd  with  mournful  voice, 

5         I  fought  his  gracious  ear, 

In  the  fad  hour,  when  trouble  rofe, 

And  fili'd  my  heart  with  fear. 

2  Sad  were  my  days,  and  dark  my  nights* 

My  foul  refus'd  relief; 
I  thought  on  God,  the  juft  and  wife, 
But  thoughts  increas'd  my  grief. 

3  Still  I  complain'd,  and  ftill  oppreft, 

My  heart  began  to  break ; 
My  God,  thy  wrath  forbade  my  reft, 
And  kept  my  eyes  awake. 

4  My  overwhelming  forrows  grew, 

'Till  I  could  fpeak  no  more ; 
Then  I  within  myfelf  withdrew, 
And  call'd  thy  judgments  o'er. 

5  I  call'd  back  years  and  ancient  timeSj 

When  I  beheld  thy  face  ; 
My  fpirit  fearch'd  for  fecret  crimes 
That  might  withhold  thy  grace* 


198  PSALMS. 

•6  I  call'd  thy  mercies  to  my  mind, 
Which  I  enjoy'd  before  ; 
And  will  the  Lord  no  more  be  kind — 
His  face  appear  no  more  ? 

7  Will  he  for  ever  cad  me  off — 

His  promife  ever  fail  ? 
Has  he  forgot  his  tender  love  ? 
Shall  anger  ftill  prevail  ? 

8  But  I  forbid  this  hopelefs  thought, 

This  dark,  defpairing  frame, 
Rememb'ring  what  thy  hand  hath  wrought  -, 
Thy  hand  is  ftill  the  fame. 

-9  I'll  think  again  of  all  thy  ways, 
And  talk  thy  wonders  o'er, 
Thy  wonders  of  recov'ring  grace, 
When  flefh  could  hope  no  more. 

10  Grace  dwelt  withjuftice  on  the  throne  j 
And  men  that  love  thy  word 
Have  in  thy  fan&uary  known 
The  counfels  of  the  Lord. 

PSALM  LXXVII.     Second  part.     Common 
Metre. 

Comfort  derived  from  ancient  providence;   or,   Ifrael 
delivered  from  Egypt,   and  brought  to  Canaan. 

1   <t  TJOW  awful  is  thy  chaft'ning  rod  ?" 
I     \       (May  thy  own  children  fay  :) 
«  The  great,  the  wife,  the  dreadful  God;! 
«  How  holy  is  his  way  !" 


PSALMS.  199 

*2  I'll  meditate  his  works  of  old, 
Who  reigns  in  heav'n  above  j 
I'll  hear  his  ancient  wonders  told, 
And  learn  to  truft  his  love. 

9  He  faw  the  houfe  of  Jofeph  lie 
"With  Egypt's  yoke  oppreft  ; 
Long  he  delay'd  to  hear  their  cry ; 
Nor  gave  his  people  reft. 

4)  The  fons  of  pious  Jacob  feem'cf  ' 
Abandon'd  to  their  foes  ; 
But  his  almighty  arm  redeem'd 
The,  nation  whom  he  chofe. 

5  From  flavifh  chains  he  fets  them  free, 

They  follow  where  he  calls  ; 
He  bade  them  venture  through  the  fea, 
And  made  the  waves  their  walls. 

6  The  waters  faw  thee,  mighty  God, 

The  waters  faw  thee  come  ; 
Backward  they  fled,  and  frighted  flood, 
To  make  thine  armies  room. 

7  Strange  was  thy  journey  through  the  fea. 

Thy  footfteps,  Lord,  unknown  j 
Terrors  attend  the  wondrous  way 
That  brings  thy  mercies  down. 

[8  Thy  voice  with  terror  in  the  found 

Through  clouds  and  darknefs  broke  ; 
AH  heav'n  in  lightning  fhone  around, 
And  earth  with  thunder  {hook. 


200  PSALMS. 

9  Thine  arrows  through  the  fkies  were  hurl'ci  i  - 

How  glorious  is  the  Lord  ! 
Surprife  and  trembling  feiz'd  the  world, 
And  all  his  faints  ador'd. 

10  He  gave  them  water  from  the  rock, 

And,  fafe  by  Mofes'  hand, 
Through  a  dry  defert  led  his  flock 
To  Canaan's  promis'd  land.} 

PSALM  LXXVIII.     Firft  part.     Common. 

Metre. 

Providence  of  God  recorded ;   or,  Pious  education  ari^ 
injiruclion  of  children '. 

ET  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds 
Which  God  perform,d  of  old, 
Which  in  our  younger  years  we  faw, 
And  which  our  fathers  told. 

2  He  bids  us  make  his  glories  known:; 
His  works  of  power  and  grace  : 

And  we'll  convey  his  wonders  down 
Through  ev'ry  rifing  race, 

3  Our  lips  mail  tell  them  to  our  fons, 
And  they  again  to  theirs, 

That  generations  yet  unborn 
May  teach  them  to  their  heirs. 

4  Thus  fhall  they  learn  in  God  alone 
Their  hope  fecurely  (lands, 

That  they  may  ne'er  forget  his  works. 
But  pra&ife  his  command*. 


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PSALMS.  201 

PSALM  LXXVIII.     Second  part.     Common 
Metre. 

IfraePs  rebellion  and  puriijhment ;  or,  The  Jlns  and 
chajlifeme?its  of  God's  people. 

1  /^V.WHAT  a  ftiff  rebellious  houfe 
\^J     Was  Jacob's  ancient  race  ! 

Falfe  to  their  own  molt  folemn  vows, 
And  to  their  Maker's  grace  ! 

2  They  broke  the  cov'nant  of  his  love, 
And  did  his  laws  defpife  ; 

Forgot  the  works  he  wrought  to  prove, 
™  His  power  before  their  eyes  ! 

3  They  faw  the  plagues  on  Egypt  'light 
From  his  avenging  hand  : 

"What  dreadful  tokens  of  his  might 
Spread  o'er  the  ftubborn  land  I 

4-  They  faw  him  cleave  the  mighty  fea, 

And  march'd  with  fafety  through, 
With  wat'ry  walls  to  guard  their  way, 

'Till  they  had  'fcap'd  the  foe. 

5  A  wondrous  pillar  mark'd  the  road, 
Compos'd  of  (hade  and  light ; 

By  day  it  prov'd  a  fhelt'ring  cloud, 
A  leading  fire  by  night. 

6  He  from  the  rock  their  thirft  fupply'd ; 
The  gufning  waters  flow'd 

And  ran  in  rivers  by  their  fide, 
Along  the  defert  road. 
C  c 


202  PSALMS. 

7  Yet  they  provok'd  the  Lord  Moft  High, 
And  dar'd  diftruft  his  hand : 

"  Can  he  with  bread  our  hoft  fupply 
u  Amidft  this  barren  land  i" 

8  The  Lord  with  indignation  heard, 
And  caus'd  his  wrath  to  flame  *, 

His  terrors  ever  ftand  prepar'd 
To  vindicate  his  name. 

PSALM  LXXVIII.     Third  part.     Common 
Metre. 

The  punijhment   of  luxury    and   intemperance ;    o 
Chajlifement  and  falvation. 

1  TI 7* HEN  Ifrael  fmn'd  the  Lord  reprov'd, 

V  V        And  fiird  their  hearts  with  dread  5 
Yet  he  forgave  the  men  he  lov'd 
And  fent  them  heavenly  bread. 

2  He  fed  them  with  a  lib'ral  hand, 
And  made  his  treafures  known  ; 

He  gave  the  midnight  clouds  command 
To  pour  provifion  down. 

3  The  manna,  like  a  morning  fhow'r, 
Lay  thick  around  their  feet  •, 

The  food  of  heav'n,  fo  light,  fo  pure, 
As  though  'twere  angel's  meat. 

4  But  they  in  murm'ring  language,  faid, 
"  Is  manna  all  our  feaft  ? 

"  We  loathe  this  light,  this  airy  bread  ; 
«  We  muft  have  fleih  to  tafte." 


PSALMS.  20S 

5  "  Ye  fhall  have  flefh  to  pleafe  your  luft," 
The  Lord  in  wrath  reply'd ; 

And  fent  them  quails,  like  fand,  or  duft, 
Heap'd  up  on  every  fide. 

6  He  gave  them  all  their  own  defire  j 
And,  greedy  as  they  fed, 

His  vengeance  burnt  with  facred  fire, 
And  fmote  the  rebels  dead. 

7  When  fome  were  flain,  the  reft  return'd, 
And  fought  the  Lord  with  tears ; 

Under  the  rod  they  fear'd  and  mourn'd, 
But  foon  forgot  their  fears. 

8  Oft  he  chaftis'd  and  ftill  forgave, 
'Till,  by  his  gracious  hand, 

The  nations  he  refolv'd  to  fave 
Poflefs'd  the  promis'd  land. 

PSALM  LXXVIII.    ver.  32,  tsV.    Fourth  part. 
,Long  Metre. 

Bachjliding  and  forgivenefs ;  or,   Sin  puni/ved,  and 
faints  faved. 

1  S-^  REAT  God,  how  oft  did  Ifrael  prove, 
VJT      By  turns  thine  anger  and  thy  love  ? 
There,  in  a  glafs,  our  hearts  may  fee 
How  fickle  and  how  falfe  they  be. 

2  How  foon  the  faithlefs  Jews  forgot 

The  dreadful  wonders  God  had  wrought  j 
Then  they  provok'd  him  to  his  face, 
Nor  fear  his  pow'r,  nor  truft  his  grace. 


204  PSALMS. 

3  The  Lord  confum'd  their  years  in  pain, 
And  made  their  travels  long  and  vain  ; 
A  tedious  march  through  unknown  ways 
Wore  out  their  ftrength  and  fpent  their  days. 

4  Oft,  when  they  faw  their  brethren  flain, 
They  mourn'd,  and  fought  the  Lord  again  •, 
Call'd  him  the  Rock  of  their  abode, 
Their  high  Redeemer,  and  their  God. 

5  Their  pray'rs  and  vows  before  him  rife, 
As  flatt'ring  words,  or  folemn  lies, 
"While  their  rebellious  tempers  prove 
Falfe  to  his  cov'nant  and  his  love. 

6  Yet  could  his  fov'reign  grace  forgive 
The  men  who  ne'er  deferv'd  to  live  y 
His  anger  oft  away  he  turn'd, 

Or  elfe  with  gentle  flame  it  burn'd. 

7  He  faw  their  flefh  was  weak  and  frail, 
He  faw  temptations  (till  prevail  ; 
The  God  of  A.bra'm  lov'd  them  ftilJ, 
And  led  them  to  his  holy  hill. 

PSALM  LXXIX.     Long  Metre. 
For  the  dljlrefs  of  war. 

1    T>  EHOLD,  O  God,  what  cruel  foes 
JD     Thy  peaceful  heritage  invade  ; 

Thy  holy  temple  ftands  defil'd, 
In  dufl  thy  facred  walls  are  laid. 


PSALMS.  205 

2  Wide  o'er  the  vallies  drench'd  in  blood, 
Thy  people  fall'n  in  death  remain  ; 

The  fowls  of  heav'n  their  nefh  devour, 
And  favage  beads  divide  the  flam. 

3  Th'  infuking  foes  with  impious  rage, 
Reproach  thy  children  to  their  face ', 

"  Where  is  your  God  of  boafted  power, 
"  And  where  the  promife  of  his  grace  ?" 

4-  Deep  from  the  prifon's  horrid  glooms, 
Oh  hear  the  mournful  captive's  figh, 
And  let  thy  fov'reign  power  reprieve 
The  trembling  fouls  condemn'd  to  die. 

5  Let  thofe  who  dar'd  t'  tnfult  tky  reign. 
Return  difmay'd  with  endlefs  fhame, 
While  heathens,  who  thy  grace  defpife, 
Shall  from  thy  vengeance  learn  thy  name. 

6  So  fhall  thy  children,  freed  from  death, 
Eternal  fongs  of  honour  raife, 

And  every  future  age  ihall  tdl 

Thy  fov'reign  power,  and  pard'ning  grace. 

PSALM  LXXX.     Long  Metre. 

The  church' 's  prayer  under  affliction  ;  or,   The  vine- 
yard of  Ged  tvajied. 

1   f\  REAT  Shepherd  of  thine  Ifrael, 

V-X     Who  didit  between  the  cherubs  dwell, 
And  led  the  tribes,  thy  chofen  fheep, 
Safe  through  the  defert  and  the  deep. — 


206  PSALMS. 

2  Thy  church  is  in  the  defert,  Lord, 
Shine  from  on  high,  and  light  afford  ', 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
We  fhall  be  fav'd  and  figh  no  more. 

3  Great  God,  whom  heav'nly  hofts  obey, 
How  long  fhall  we  lament  and  pray, 
And  wait  in  vain  thy  kind  return  ? 
How  long  fhall  thy  fierce  anger  burn  ? 

4  Inftead  of  wine  and  cheerful  bread, 
Thy  faints  with  their  own  tears  are  fed  ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 

We  fhall  be  fav'd  and  figh  no  more. 

PAUSE  the  firft. 

5  Haft  thou  not  planted  with  thy  hands 
A  lovely  vine  in  heathen  lands  ? 

Did  not  thy  power  defend  it  round, 
And  heav'nly  dews  enrich  the  ground  ? 

6  How  did  the  fpreading  branches  ffioot, 
And  blefs  the  nations  with  the  fruit  ? 
But  now,  dear  Lord,  look  down  and  fee 
Thy  mourning  vine,  that  lovely  tree. 

7  Why  is  her  beauty  thus  defac'd  ? 
Why  haft  thou  laid  her  fences  wafte  ? 
Strangers  and  foes  againft  her  join, 
And  every  beaft  devours  the  vine. 

8  Return,  almighty  God,  return ; 

Nor  let  thy  bleeding  vineyard  mourn  ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
We  fhall  be  fav'd,  and  figh  no  more. 


PSALMS.  207 


PAUSE  the  fecond. 


9  Lord,  when  this  vine  in  Canaan  grew, 
Thou  waft  its  ftrength,  and  glory  too  ! 
Attacked  in  vain  by  all  its  foes, 

'Till  the  fair  branch  of  promife  rofe. 

10  Fair  branch,  ordain'd  of  old  to  fhoot 
From  David's  ftock,  from  Jacob's  root ; 
Himfelf  a  nobler  vine,  and  we 

The  leffer  branches  of  the  tree. 

1 1  'Tis  thy  own  Son  ;  and  he  fhall  ftand, 
Girt  with  thy  ftrength  at  thy  right  hand  ; 
Thy  firit-born  Son,  adorn'd  and  blefs'd 
With  pow'r  and  grace  above  the  reft. 

12  O  !   for  his  fake,  attend  our  cry, 
Shine  on  thy  churches,  left  they  die  ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
We  fhall  be  fav'd  and  figh  no  more. 

PSALM  LXXXI.    ver.  1,  8,-16.    Short  Metre. 

The  warning  of  God  to  his  people ;  or,  Spiritual  blef- 
fings  and  punijliments* 

1  Q ING  to  the  Lord  aloud, 
O      And  make  a  joyful  noife  ; 

God  is  our  ftrength,  our  Saviour  God  ; 
Let  Ifrael  hear  his  voice. 

2  «  From  idols  falfe  and  vain 

"  Preferve  my  rights  divine: 
«  I  am  the  Lord  who  broke  thy  chain 
"  Of  flaverv  and  of  fin. 


208  PSALMS. 

3  "  Stretch  thy  defires  abroad, 
«  And  I'll  fupply  them  well ; 
"  But  if  ye  will  refufe  your  God, 
«  If  Ifrael  will  rebel ; 

i  «  I'll  leave  them/'  faith  the  Lord, 
"  To  their  own  lufts  a  prey, 
«  And  let  them  run  the  dang'rous  road ; 
"  'Tis  their  own  chofen  way. 

5  «  Yet,  O  !  that  all  my  faints 

"  Would  hearken  to  my  voice  ! 
"  Soon  I  would  eafe  their  fore  complaints, 
"  And  bid  their  hearts  rejoice. 

6  "  While  I  deftroy  their  foes, 

«  I'll  richly  feed  my  flock, 
«  And  they  fhall  tafte  the  flream  that  flows 
"  From  their  eternal  rock." 


PSALM  LXXXII.     Long  Metre. 
God  the  fupr erne  governor  ;   or,  Magijl rates  warned. 

1  A    MONG  thJ  affemblies  of  the  great, 
J^\^     A  greater  ruler  takes  his  feat ; 
The  God  of  heav'n,  as  judge,  furveys 
Thofe  gods  on  earth,  and  all  their  ways. 

2  Why  will  ye  frame  oppreflive  laws  ? 
Or  why  fupport  th'  unrighteous  caufe  ? 
When  will  ye  once  defend  the  poor, 
That  foes  mav  vex  the  iaints  no  more  ? 


PSALMS,  209 

3  They  know  not,  Lord,  nor  will  they  know  -, 
Dark  are  the  ways  in  which  they  go ; 
Their  name  of  earthly  gods  is  vain, 

For  they  (hall  fall  and  die  like  men. 

4  Arife,  O  Lord,  and  let  thy  Son 
Poflefs  his  univerfal  throne, 

And  rule  the  nations  with  his  rod ; 
He  is  our  judge,  and  he  our  God. 

PSALM  LXXXIII.     Short  Metre. 
A  complaint  againft  perfecutors. 

1  A  ND  will  the  God  of  grace 
il  Perpetual  filence  keep  ? 
The  God  of  juftice  hold  his  peace, 

And  let  his  vengeance  fleep  ? 

2  Behold  what  curfed  fnares 

The  men  of  mifchief  fpread, 
The  men  that  hate  thy  faints  and  thee 
Lift  up  their  threat'ning  head. 

3  Againft  thy  hidden  ones, 

Their  counfels  they  employ, 
And  malice,  with  her  watchful  eye, 
Purfues  them  to  deftroy. 

4  "  Come,  let  us  join,"  they  cry, 

"  To  root  them  from  the  ground, 
"  'Till  not  the  name  of  faints  remain, 
"  Nor  mem'ry  fhall  be  found," 

Dd 


210  PSALMS. 

5  Awake,  almighty  God, 

And  call  thy  wrath  to  mind ; 
Give  them,  like  fore  ft  s,  to  the  fire, 
Or  ftubble  to  the  wind.    . 

6  Convince  their  madnefs,  Lord, 

And  make  them  feek  thy  name  : 
Or  elfe  their  ftubborn  rage  confound, 
That  they  may  die  in  lhame. 

7  Then  (hall  the  nations  know 

Thy  glorious  dreadful  word, 
Jehovah  is  thy  name  alone, 
And  thou  the  fov'reign  Lord. 

PSALM  LXXXIV.    Firfl  part.    Long  Metre. 
The  pleafure  of  public  worJIAp. 

1  T  TOW  pleafant,  how  divinely  fair, 

JL  -i.     O  Lord  of  hofts,  thy  dwellings  are  ! 
With  long  defire  my  fpirit  faints 
To  meet  th'  aflemblies  of  thy  faints. 

2  My  fleiri  would  reft  in  thine  abode, 
My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God ; 
My  God  I  my  King  !  why  fhould  I  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  thee  ? 

3  The  fparrow  choofes  where  to  reft, 
And  for  her  young  provides  her  neft ; 
But  will  my  God  to  fparrows  grant 
That  pleafure  which  his  children  want  ? 


. 


PSALMS.  211 

Blefs'd  are  the  faints  who  fit  on  high 
Around  thy  throne  above  the  fky ; 
Thy  brighter!:  glories  fhine  above, 
And  all  their  work  is  praife  and  love. 

5  Blefs'd  are  the  fouls  who  find  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  thy  grace  •, 
There  to  behold  thy  gentler  rays, 

And  feek  thy  face,  and  learn  thy  praife. 

6  Blefs'd  are  the  men  whofe  hearts  are  fet 
To  find  the  way  to  Zion's  gate ; 

God  is  their  ftrength ;  and  through  the  road 
They  lean  upon  their  helper  God. 

7  Cheerful  they  walk  with  growing  ftrength, 
'Till  all  fhall  meet  in  heav'n  at  length, 
'Till  all  before  thy  face  appear, 

And  join  in  nobler  worfhip  there. 

PSALM  LXXXIV.     Second  part.     Common 
Metre. 

God  and  his  church  ;  or,  grace  and  glory. 

1  r^\  RE  AT  God,  attend,  while  Zion  fings 
VJX     The  joy  that  from  thy  prefence  fprings  : 

To  fpend  one  day  with  thee  on  earth 
Exceeds  a  thoufand  days  of  mirth. 

2  Might  I  enjoy  the  meaneft  place 
Within  thy  houfe,  O  God  of  grace, 
Not  tents  of  eafe,  nor  thrones  of  pow'r, 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door. 


212  PSALMS. 

3  God  is  our  fun,  he  makes  our  day  j 
God  is  our  fhield  !  he  guards  our  way 
From  all  th'  aflaults  of  hell  and  fin, 
From  foes  without  and  foes  within. 

4  All  needful  grace  will  God  beftow, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too  ! 
He  gives  us  all  things,  and  withholds 
No  real  good  from  upright  fouls. 

5  O  God,  our  King,  whofe  fov'reign  fway 
The  glorious  hofts  of  heav'n  obey, 

And  devils  at  thy  prefence  flee, 
Blefs'd  is  the  man  that  trufts  in  thee. 

PSALM  LXXXIV.  ver.  1,  2,  3,  10,  paraphrafed. 
Common  Metre. 

Delight  in   ordinances   of  worjhip ;   or,  God  prefent 
in  his  churches. 


'M 


Y  foul,  how  lovely  is  the  place 
To  which  thy  God  reforts  ! 
Tis  heav'n  to  fee  his  fmiling  face, 
Though  in  his  earthly  courts. 


2  There  the  great  monarch  of  the  fkies 
His  faving  pow'r  difplays, 

And  light  breaks  in  upon  our  eyes, 
With  kind  and  quick'ning  rays. 

3  With  his  rich  gifts  the  heav'nly  dove 
Defcends  and  fills  the  place, 

While  Chrifl  reveals  his  wondrous  love, 
And  fheds  abroad  his  grace. 


PSALMS.  213 

4  There,  mighty  God,  thy  words  declare 
The  fecrets  of  thy  will ; 

And  ftill  we  feek  thy  mercies  there, 
And  fing  thy  praifes  ftill. 

PAUSE. 

5  My  heart  and  flefh  cry  out  for  thee, 
While  far  from  thine  abode ; 

When  fhall  I  tread  thy  courts  and  fee 
My  Saviour  and  my  God  ? 

6  The  fparrow  builds  herfelf  a  neft, 
And  fuffers  no  remove  ; 

O  make  me  like  the  fparrows  blefs'd, 
To  dwell  but  where  I  love. 

7  To  fit  one  day  beneath  thine  eye, 
And  hear  thy  gracious  voice, 

Exceeds  a  whole  eternity 
Employ'd  in  carnal  joys. 

8  Lord,  at  thy  threfhold  I  would  wait, 
While  Jefus  is  within, 

Rather  than  fill  a  throne  of  ft  ate, 
Among  the  tents  of  fin. 

9  Could  I  command  the  fpacious  land, 
And  the  more  boundlefs  fea, 

For  one  blefs'd  hour  at  thy  right  hand 
Vd  give  them  both  away. 


214  PSALMS. 

PSALM  LXXXIV.    As  the  148th  Pfalm. 
Longing  for  the  houfe  of  God. 

1  T    ORD  of  the  worlds  above, 
S^jk     How  pleafant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 

Thy  earthly  temples  are  ! 

To  thine  abode 
My  heart  afpires, 
With  warm  defires, 

To  fee  my  God. 

2  The  fparrow  for  her  young, 

With  pleafure  feeks  a  neft, 

And  wand'ring  fwallows  long 

To  find  their  wonted  reft  : 

My  fpirit  faints, 
With  equal  zeal, 
To  rife  and  dwell 

Among  the  faints  * 

3  O  happy  fouls  that  pray 

Where  God  appoints  to  hear  ! 
O  happy  men  that  pay 

Their  conftant  fervice  there  ! 

They  praife  thee  Hill  -, 
And  happy  they 
That  love  the  way 

To  Zion's  hill. 


PSALMS.  215 


4  They  go  from  ftrength  to  ftrength, 

Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 
Till  each  arrives  at  length, 
'Till  each  in  heav'n  appears, 

O  glorious  feat, 
When  God  our  King 
Shall  thither  bring 

Our  willing  feet. 

PAUSE. 

5  To  fpend  one  facred  day, 

Where  God  and  faints  abide, 
Affords  diviner  joy 

Than  thoufand  days  beflde  : 

Where  God  reforts, 
I  love  it  more 
To  keep  the  door 

Than  mine  in  courts. 

6  God  is  our  fun  and  fhield, 

Our  light  and  our  defence  : 
With  gifts  our  hands  are  fill'd, 
We  draw  our  bleffings  thence  j 

He  mall  beftow 
On  Jacob's  race 
Peculiar  grace 

And  glory  too. 

7  The  Lord  his  people  loves ; 

His  hand  no  good  withholds 

From  thofe  his  heart  approves, 

From  pure  and  pious  fouls  , 

Thrice  happy  he, 
O  God  of  hofts, 
Whofe  fpirit  trufts 
Alone  in  thee. 


216  PSALMS. 


PSALM  LXXXV.  ver.   1,-8.  Firft  part.  Long 
Metre. 

Waiting  for  an  anfwer  to  prayer ;  or,  Deliverance 
begun  and  compleated. 

1  "¥      ORD,  thou  haft  calTd  thy  grace  to  mind, 

\  A     Thou  haft  revers'd  our  heavy  doom  ; 
So  God  forgave  when  Ifrael  finn'd, 

And  brought  his  wand'ring  captives  home. 

2  Thou  haft  begun  to  fet  us  free, 
And  made  thy  fierceft  wrath  abate  : 

Now  let  our  hearts  be  turn'd  to  thee, 
And  our  falvation  be  complete. 

3  Revive  our  dying  graces,  Lord, 
And  let  thy  faints  in  thee  rejoice  : 

Make  known  thy  truth,  fulfil  thy  word  ; 
We  wait  for  praife  to  tune  our  voice. 

4  "We  wait  to  hear  what  God  will  fay ; 
He'll  fpeak  and  give  his  people  peace : 

But  let  them  run  no  more  aftray, 
Left  his  returning  wrath  increafe. 

PSALM  LXXXV.   ver.  9,  &c.    Second  part. 
Long  Metre. 

Salvation  by  Chrifl. 

1    O  ALVATION  is  for  ever  nigh 

O     The  fouls  that  fear  and  truft  the  Lord  j 

And  grace,  descending  from  on  high, 
Frefli  hopes  of  glory  fhall  afford. 


PSALMS.  217 

2  Mercy  and  truth  on  earth  are  met, 

Since  Chrift  the  Lord,  came  down  from  heav'n  I 
By  his  obedience  fo  complete 

Juftice  is  pleas'd,  and  peace  is  giv'n. 

3  Now  truth  and  honour  fhall  abound, 
Religion  dwell  on  earth  again, 

And  heav'nly  influence  blefs  the  ground 
In  our  Redeemer's  gentler  reign. 

4  His  righteoufnefs  is  gone  before, 
To  give  us  free  accefs  to  God  % 

Our  wand'ring  feet  fhall  ftray  no  more, 
But  mark  his  fteps,  and  keep  the  road. 

PSALM  LXXXVI.  ver.  8,-13.  Common  Metre* 
A  general  Jong  of praife  to  God. 

1  A  MONG  the  princes,  earthlygods, 
.XJl  There's  none  hath  pow'r  divine  ; 
Nor  is  their  nature,  mighty  Lord, 

Nor  are  their  works  like  thine. 

2  The  nations  thou  haft  made  fhall  bring 

Their  off'rings  round  thy  throne  ; 
For  thou  alone  doft  wondrous  things, 
For  thou  art  God  alone. 

3  Lord,  I  would  walk  with  holy  feet ; 

Teach  me  thine  heav'nly  ways, 
And  all  my  wand'ring  thoughts  unite 
In  God  my  Father's  praife. 
Ee 


218  PSALMS. 

4  Great  is  thy  mercy,  and  my  tongue 
Shall  thofe  fweet  wonders  tell, 
How  by  thy  grace  my  finking  foul 
5Rofe  from  the  deeps  of  hell. 

PSALM  LXXXVII.  Long  Metre. 

The  Church  the  birth  place  of  the  faints  ;  or,    Jeivi 
and  Gentiles  united  in  the  Chriflian  church, 

1  f^S  OD  in  his  earthly  temple  lays 
VJT  Foundation  for  his  heavenly  praife  ; 
He  lik'd  the  tents  of  Jacob  well, 

But  ftill  in  Zion  loves  to  dwell. 

2  His  mercy  vifits  every  houfe 

That  pay  their  night  and  morning  vows  ; 
But  makes  a  more  delightful  flay, 
Where  churches  meet  to  praife  and  pray. 

3  What  glories  were  defcrib'd  of  old  ? 
What  wonders  are  in  Zion  told  ? 
Thou  city  of  our  God  below, 

Thy  fame  fhall  Tyre,  and  Egypt  know. 

4  Egypt  and  Tyre,  and  Greek,  and  Jew, 
Shall  there  begin  their  lives  anew  : 
Agels  and  men  fhall  join  to  fing 

The  hill  where  living  waters  fpring. 

5  When  God  makes  up  his  laft  account 
Of  natives  in  his  holy  mount, 
<Twill  be  an  honour  to  appear 

As  one  new-born  and  nourifh'd  there. 


* 


PSALMS.  219 

iJSALM  LXXXVIII.  As  the  113th.  Long  Metre. 
Lofs  offriends,  and  abfen'ce  of  divine  grace,  r 

1  s^i  GOD  of  my  falvation,  hear 

V^  My  nightly  groan,  my  daily  prayer, 
That  kill  employ  my  wafting  breath  i 
My  foul,  declining  to  the  grave, 
Implores  thy  fov' reign  power  to  fave 
From  dark  defpair  and  lading  death. 

2  Thy  wrath  lies  heavy  on  my  foul, 
And  waves  of  forrow  o'er  me  roll, 

While  duft  and  filence  fpread  the  gloom : 
My  friends  belov'd  in  happier  days, 
The  dear  companions  of  my  ways, 

Defcend  around  me  to  the  tomb. 

3  As  loft  in  lonely  grief  I  tread 

The  mournful  manfions  of  the  dead, 

Or  to  fome  throng'd  aflembly  go  : 
Through  all  alike  I  rove  alone, 
While,  here  forgotten  there  unknown, 

The  change  renews  my  piercing  woe. 
4-  And  why  will  God  neglect  my  call  ? 
Or  who  (hall  profit  by  my  fall, 

When  rife  departs  and  love  expires  ? 
Can  duft  and  darknefs  praife  the  Lord  ? 
Or  wake  or  brighten  at  his  word, 

And  tune  the  harp  with  heavenly  choirs  ? 

0  Yet,  through  each  melancholy  day, 
I've  pray'd  to  thee  and  ftill  will  pray, 

Imploring  -ftill  thy  kind  return — 
But  oh  !  my  friends,  my  comforts,  fled, 
And  all  my  kindred  of  the  dead 
Recall  my  wandering  thoughts  to  mouro. 


220  PSALMS. 

PSALM  LXXXIX.  Firft  Part.     Long  Metre. 
The  covenant  made  with  Chrijl ;  or,  The  true  David* 

1  TT'OR  ever  fhall  my  fong  record 

JL  .  The  truth  and  mercy  of  the  Lord  ; 
Mercy  and  truth  for  ever  ftand, 
Like  heav'n  eftablifh'd  by  his  hand. 

2  Thus  to  his  Son  he  fware  and  faid, 

«  With  thee  my. cov'nant  firft  is  made; 
"  In  thee  fhall  dying  Tinners  live  ;    • 
"  Glory  and  grace  are  thine  to  give. 

3  «  Be  thou  my  prophet,  thou  my  prieft  ; 
"  Thy  children  fhall  be  ever  blefs'd  ; 

"  Thou  art  my  chofen  king,  thy  throne 
"  Shall  ftand  eternal  like  my  own. 

4  "  There's  none  of  all  my  fons  above 
"  So  much  my  image  or  my  love  ; 
■*  Celeftial  powers  thy  fubje£ts  are, 

«  Then  what  can  earth  to  thee  compare  ? 

5  «  David,  my  fervant,  whom  I  chofe, 

"  To  guard  my  flock'  to  crufh  my  foes  j 
"  And  rais'd  him  to  the  Jewifh  throne, 
"  Was  but  a  fhadow  of  my  fon.n 

6  Now  let  the  church  rejoice  and  fing 
Jefus  her  Saviour  and  her  king  : 
Angels  his  heavenly  wonders  ihow, 
And  faints  declare  his  works  below. 


PSALMS.  221 

PSALM  LXXXIX.    Firft  part.    Commor^Metre. 

The  faithfulnefs  of  God. 

1  1\ /TY  never-ceafmg  fong  fhall  (how 
iVA     The  mercies  of  the  Lord  ; 

And  make  fucceeding  ages  know 
How  faithful  is  his  word*. 

2  The  facred  truths  his  lips  pronounce 
Shall  firm  as  heaven  endure  ; 

And  if  he  fpeak  a  promife  once, 
Th'  eternal  grace  is  fure. 

3  How  long  the  race  of  David  held 
The  promis'd  Jewiih  throne  ! 

But  there's  a  nobler  covenant  feai'd 
To  David's  greater  fon. 

4  His  feed  for  ever  fhall  pofTefs 
A  throne  above  the  fkies ; 

The  meaner!  fubje£ts  of  his  grace 
Shall  to  that  glory  rife. 

5  Lord  God  of  hoftsy  thy  wondrous  ways 
Are  fung  by  faints  above  ; 

And  faints  on  earth  their  honours  raife 
To  thy  unchanging  love. 

PSALM  LXXXIX.  ver.  7,  6&  Second  part. 

Common  Metre. 

The  power    and  majejly    of  God;   or,  reverential 

worfhip. 

1   "T7T7TTH  reverence  let  the  faints  appear, 

>  V        And  bow  before  the  Lord, 
His  high  commands  with  reverence  .hear, 
A.vd  tremble  at  his  word. 


222  PSALMS. 

2  How  terrible  thy  glories  rife  ! 
How  bright  thine  armies  fhinc  ! 

Where  is  the  power  with  thee  that  vies. 
Or  truth  compar'd  with  thine  ? 

3  The  northern  pole  and  fouthern  reft 
On  thy  fupporting  hand  j 

Darknefs  and  day  from  eafl  to  weft 
Move  round  at  thy  command. 

4  Thy  words  the  raging  winds  control, 
And  rule  the  boifterous  deep  ', 

Thou  mak'ft  the  ileeping  billows  roll, 
The  rolling  billows  lleep. 

5  Heaven,  earth,  and  air,  and  fea  are  thine, 
And  the  cark  world  of  hell; 

They  faw  thine  arm  in  vengeance  mine 
When  Egypt  durft  rebel. 

6  Juftice  and  judgment  are  thy  throne, 
Yet  wondrous  is  thy  grace  \ 

While  truth  and  mercy  join'd  in  one, 
Invite  us  near  thy  face. 

PSALM  LXXXIX.  ver.   15,  fe%  Third  part. 
Common  Metre. 

A  blejfed  go/pel. 

1   T)  LESS'D  are  the  fouls  who  hear  and  know 
JD     The  gofpel's  joyful  found  ! 
Peace  (hall  attend  the  paths  they  go, 
And  light  their  fteps  fui round. 


PSALMS.  22S 

2  Their  joy  fhall  bear  their  fpirits  up 

Through  their  Redeemer's  name  ; 
His  righteoufnefs,  exalts  their  hope, 
And  fills  their  foes  with  fhame. 

3  The  Lord,  our  glory  and  defence, 

Strength  and  falvation  gives  ; 
Ifrael,  thy  king  for  ever  reigns, 
Thy  God  for  ever  lives. 

PSALM  LXXXIX.    ver.  19,  &c.    Fourth  part. 
Common  Metre. 

ChriJFs    mediatorial  kingdom ;  or,  His    divine  and 
human  nature, 

1  T  TEAR  what  the  Lord  in  vifion  faid, 
il»     And  made  his  mercies  known : 
"  Sinners,  behold,  your  help  is  laid 

"  On  my  almighty  fon. 

2  «  Behold  the  man  my  wifdom  chofe 

(i  Among  your  mortal  race  : 
"  His  head  my  holy  oil  o'erflows, 
"  With  full  fupplies  of  grace. 

8  "  High  fhall  he  feign  on  David's  throne, 
"  My  people's  better  king  ; 
"  My  arms  mall  beat  his  rivals  down, 
"  And  ftill  new  fubjects  bring. 

4  "  My  truth  fhall  guard  him  in  his  way 

"  With  mercy  by  his  fide  : 
"  While  in  my  name  o'er  earth  and  fea 
«  He  fhall  in  triumph  ride. 


224  PSALMS. 

5  "  Me  for  his  father  and  his  Godj 

"  He  fhall  for  ever  own, 
"  Call  me  his  rock,  his  high  abode, 
«  And  I'll  fupport  my  fon. 

6  "  My  firft-born  fon  array'd  in  grace, 

«  At  my  right  hand  fhall  fit, 
"  Beneath  him  angels  know  their  place, 
"  And  monarchs  at  his  feet. 

7  "  My  covenant  Hands  for  ever  fail, 

«  My  promifes  are  ftrong  : 
«  Firm  as  the  heavens  his  throne  fhall  lafl, 
"  His  feed  endure  as  long." 

PSALM  LXXXIX.   ver.  30,  fete    Fifth  part. 
Common  Metre. 

The  covenant  of  grace   unchangeable ;  or,  AfflicHon 
without  rejection. 

1  "  X^ET,"  faith  the  Lord,  «  if  David's  race, 

X        "  The  children  of  my  fon, 
"  Should  break  my  laws,  abufe  my  grace 
"  And  tempt  mine  anger  down ; 

2  "  Their  fins  I'll  vint  with  the  rod, 

"  And  make  their  folly  fmart ;  * 
«  But  I'll  not  ceafe  to  be  their  God, 
t      "  Nor  from  my  truth  depart. 

S   "  My  covenant  I  will  ne'er  revoke, 
"  But  keep  my  grace  in  mind  *, 
"  And  what  my  love  eternal  fpoke, 
«  Eternal  truth  fhall  bind. 


PSALMS.  S25 

4  "  Once  have  I  fworn,  (I  need  no  more) 

"  And  pledg'd  my  holinefs, 
«  To  feal  the  facred  promife  fure 
"  To  David  and  his  race. 

5  "  The  fun  fhall  fee  his  offspring  rife 

"  And  fpread  from  fea  to  fea, 
"  Long  as  he  travels  round  the  Ikies 
"  To  give  the  nations  day* 

6  «  Sure  as  the  moon  that  rules  the  night 

"  His  kingdom  fhall  endure, 
«  Till  the  fix'd  laws  of  fhade  and  light 
"  Shall  be  obferv'd  no  more." 

PSALM  LXXXIX.  ver.  47,  &c.    Sixth  part. 
Long  Metre. 

Mortality  and  hope. 

A  Funeral  Pfalm. 

i  X)  EMEMBER,  Lord,  our  mortal  date, 
f\     How  frail  our  life,  how  fhort  our  date  ! 
Where  is  the  man  that  draws  his  breath 
Safe  from  difeafe,  fecure  from  death. 

2  Lord,  while  we  fee  whole  nations  die, 
Our  flefh  and  ftrength  repine  and  cry, 
"  Mud  death  for  ever  rage  and  reign  ! 
"  Or  haft  thou  made  mankind  in  vain  ? 

3  «  Where  is  thy  promife  to  the  juft  ? 

"  Are  not  thy  fervants  turn*d  to  duft  ?" 
But  faith  forbids  thefe  mournful  fighs, 
And  fees  the  fleeping  dufl;  arife. 

Ff 


226  PSALMS. 

4  That  glorious  hour,  that  dreadful  day, 
Wipes  the  reproach  of  faints  away, 
And  clears  the  honour  of  thy  word  ; 
Awake,  our  fouls,  and  blefs  the  Lord. 

PSALM  LXXXIX.  ver.  47,  fefc.  Laft  part. 

As  the  113th  Pfalm. 

Life,  death,  and  the  refurreclion. 

1  r  |  iHINK,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man, 

|      How  few  his  hours,  how  fhort  his  fpan  ! 

Short  from  the  cradle  to  the  grave : 
Who  can  fecure  his  vital  breath 
Againft  the  bold  demands  of  death, 

With  fkill  to  fly,  or  pow'r  to  fave  ? 

2  Lord,  fhall  it  be  for  ever  faid, 

"  The  race  of  man  was  only  made 

"  For  ficknefs,  forrow  and  the  dull  ?" 
Are  not  thy  fervants  day  by  day, 
Sent  to  their  graves  and  turn'd  to  clay  ? 
Lord,  where's  thy  kindnefs  to  the  juft  ? 

3  Haft  thou  not  promis'd  to  thy  fon, 
And  all  his  feed,  a  heavenly  crown  ? 

But  flefh  and  fenfe  indulge  defpair  \ 
For  ever  blefled  be  the  Lord, 
That  faith  can  read  his  holy  word, 

And  find  a  refurreclion  there. 

4  For  ever  blefled  be  the  Lord, 
Who  gives  his  faints  a  long  reward, 

For  all  their  toil,  reproach  and  pain  *, 
Let  all  below,  and  all  above, 
Join  to  proclaim  thy  wondrous  love, 

And  each  repeat  their  loud  Amen, 


PSALMS.  227 

PSALM  XC.     Long  Metre.' 

Man  mortal,  and  God  eternal, 
A  mournful  fong  at  a  funeral. 

1  rTIHROUGH  ev'ry  age,  .eternal  God, 

Thou  art  our  reft,  our  fafe  abode  ; 
High  was  thy  throne,  ere  heav'n  was  made, 
Or  earth  thy  humble  footftool  laid. 

2  Long  hadfl  thou  reign'd  ere  time  began, 
Or  dull  was  fafhion'd  into  man ; 

And  long  thy  kingdom  fhall  endure 
When  earth  and  time  fhall  be  no  more." 

3  But  man,  weak  man,  is  born  to  die, 
Made  up  of  guilt  and  vanity  : 

Thy  dreadful  fentence,  Lord,  was  juft, 
"  Return  ye  Tinners,  to  your  duft." 

4  [A  thoufand  of  our  years  amount 
Scarce  to  a  day  in  thine  account, 
Like  yefterday's  departed  light : 
Or  the  laft  watch  of  ending  night.] 

p   a   u   s  E. 

5  [Death,  like  an  overflowing  ftream, 
Sweeps  us  away  ;  our  life's  a  dream*. 
An  empty  tale  -,  a  morning  flower, 
Cut  down  and  wither'd  in  an  hour.] 

6  [Our  age  to  feventy  years  is  fet  •, 

How  fhort  the  time  !  how  frail  the  flate  ! 

And  if  to  eighty  we  arrive, 

"We  rather  ugh,  and  groan  than  live. 


22$  PSALMS. 

7  But  oh  how  oft  thy  wrath  appears, 
And  cuts  off  our  expected  years  ! 
Thy  wrath  awakes  our  humble  dread  1 
We  fear  the  power  that  flnkes  us  dead.] 

8  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  how  frail  is  man ; 
And  kindly  lengthen  out  the  fpan, 
'Till  a  wife  care  of  piety 

Fit  us  to  die,  and  dwell  with  thee. 

PSALM  XC.   ver.  1,-5.    Firft  part.    Commoa 
Metre. 

Man  frail  and  God  eternal. 

1  /\UR  God,  our  help  in  ages  paft, 
\^J     Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  fhelter  from  the  ftormy  blaft, 

And  our  eternal  home. 

2  Beneath  the  fliadow  of  thy  throne 

Thy  faints  have  dwelt  fecure  j 
Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 
And  my  defence  is  fure. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  flood, 

Or  earth  receiv'd  her  frame, 
From  everlafting  thou  art  God, 
To  endlefs  years  the  fame. 

4  Thy  word  commands  our  flefh  to  dull, " 

"  Return,  ye  fons  of  men  ;" 
All  nations  rofe  from  earth  at  firft, 
And  turn  to  earth  again. 


PSALMS.  22S 

6  A  thoufand  ages  in  thy  fight 
Are  like  an  evening  gone ; 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night 
Before  the  rifing  dawn. 

6  [The  bufy  tribes  of  flefh  and  blood, 

With  all  their  lives  and  cares, 
Are  carried  downwards  by  the  flood, 
And  loft  in  following  years. 

7  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  ft-ream^. 

Bears  all  its  fons  away, 
They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  opening  day. 

8  Like  flowery  fields  the  nations  ftand 

Pleas'd  with  the  morning  light ; 
The  flowers  beneath  the  mower's  hand 
Lie  withering  ere  'tis  night.] 

9  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  paft, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  troubles  laft, 
And  our  eternal  home. 

PSALM  XC.  ver.  3,  11,  2, 10,  12.  Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 

Infirmities  and  mortality  the  effect  of  fin  ;  or,  Life, 
old  age,  and  preparation  for  death, 

1    X    ORD,  if  thine  eyes  furvey  our  faults, 
i  *      And  juftice  grows  fevere, 
Thy  dreadful  wrath  exceeds  our  thoughts, 
And  burns  beyond  our  fear. 


230  PSALMS. 

2  Thine  anger  turns  our  frame  to  dufl ; 

By  one  offence  to  thee, 
Adam,  with  all  his  fons  have  loft 
Their  immortality. 

3  Life,  like  a  vain  amufement  flies, 

A  fable  or  a  fong  •, 
By  fwift  degrees  our  nature  dies, 
Nor  can  our  joys  be  long. 

4  'Tis  but  a  few  whofe  days  amount 

To  threescore  years  and  ten  $ 
And  all  beyond  that  fhort  account 

Is  forrow,  toil  and  pain. 
[5  Our  vitals  with  laborious  ftrife 

Bear  up  the  crazy  load, 
And  drag  thefe  poor  remains  of  life 

Along  the  tirefome  road.] 

6  Almighty  God,  reveal  thy  love, 

And  not  thy  wrath  alone  : 
O  let  our  fweet  experience  prove 
The  mercies  of  thy  throne. 

7  Our  fouls  would  learn  the  heav'nly  art 

T'  improve  the  hours  we  have, 
That  we  may  a£t  the  wifer  part, 
And  live  beyond  the  grave. 

PSALM  XC.  ver.  13,  bV,  Third  part.  Common 
Metre. 

Breathing  after  Heaven. 
1    TJ  ETURN,  O  God  of  love,  return  -, 
JlV      Earth  is  a  tirefome  place ; 
How  long  mall  we  thy  children  mourn 
Our  abfence  from  thy  face  ? 


PSALMS.  231 

2  Let  heaven  fucceed  our  painful  years, 

Let  fin  and'  forrow  ceafe, 

And  in  proportion  to  our  tears 

So  make  our  joys  increafe. 

3  Thy  wonders  to  thy  fervants  fhow, 

Make  thy  own  work  complete  ; 
Then  (hall  our  fouls  thy  glory  know, 
And  own  thy  love  was  great. 

4  Then  fhall  we  fhine  before  thy  throne 

In  all  thy  beauty,  Lord  : 
And  the  poor  fervice  we  have  done 
Meet  a  divine  reward. 

PSALM  XC.  ver.  5,  10,  12.   Short  Metre. 
The  frailty  and  fiortnefs  of  life. 

1  "       ORD,  what  a  feeble  piece 
1  J      Is  this  our  mortal  frame ! 

Our  life  !  how  poor  a  trifle  'tis, 

That  fcarce  deferves  the  name  I 

*  • 

2  Alas,  the  brittle  clay 

That  built  our  body  flrft  ! 
And  ev'ry  month,  and  ev'ry  day, 
'Tis  mould'ring  back  to  dull. 

3  Our  moments  fly  apace, 

Our  feeble  pow'rs  decay, 
Swift  as  a  flood  our  hafty  days 
Are  fweeping  us  away. 


232  PSALMS. 

4  Yet  If  bur  days  mud  fly, 

We'll  keep  their  end  in  fight, 
We'll  fpend  them  all  in  wifdom's  way, 
And  let  them  fpeed  their  flight. 

5  They'll  waft  us  fooner  o'er 

This  life's  tempeftuous  fea  ; 
Soon  we  fhall  raach  the  peaceful  fhore 
Of  blefs'd  eternity. 

PSALM  XCI.  ver.  1,-7.  Firft  part.  Long 
Metre. 

Safety  in  public  difeafes  and  dangers, 

1  T  TE  that  hath  made  his  refuge  God, 
11     Shall  find  a  moil  fecure  abode  ; 
Shall  walk  all  day  beneath  his  fhade, 
And  there  at  night  fhall  reft  his  head. 

2  Then  will  I  fay,  «  my  God,  thy  power 
"  Shall  be  my  fortrefs  and  my  tower  : 

«  I  that  am  form  d  of  feeble  dull 

"  Make  thine  almighty  arm  my  truft." 

3  Thrice  happy  man  !  thy  Maker's  care 
Shall  keep  thee  from  the  fowler's  mare  \ 
From  Satan's  wiles,  who  ftill  betrays 
Unguarded  fouls  a  thoufand  ways. 

4?  Juft  as  a  hen  protects  her  brood, 

From  birds  of  prey  that  feek  their  blood, 
The  Lord  his  faithful  faints  fhall  guard, 
And  endlefs  life  be  their  reward. 


PSALMS.  233 

5  If  burning,  beams  of  noon  confpire 
To  dart  a  peftilential  fire  ; 

God  is  their  life,  his  wings  are  fpread 
To  fhield  them  with  an  healthful  made. 

6  If  vapours  with  malignant  breath 
Rife  thick,  and  fcatter  midnight  death, 
Ifrael  is  fafe,  the  poifon'd  air 

Grows  pure,  if  Ifrael's  God  be  there. 

PAUSE. 

7  What  though  a  thoufand  at  thy  fide, 
Around  thy  path,  ten  thoufand  died, 
Thy  God  his  chofen  people  faves 
Amongft  the  dead,  amidft  die  graves. 

8  So  when  he  fent  his  angel  down 

To  make  his  wrath  in  Egypt  known, 
And  flew  their  fons  his  careful  eye 
Pafl  all  the  doors  of  Jacob  by. 

9  But  if  the  fire,  or  plague,  or  fword, 
Receive  commimon  from  the  Lord, 
To  flrike  his  faints  among  the  reft, 
Their  very  pains  and  deaths  are  blefs'd. 

10  The  fword,  the  peftilence,  or  fire, 
Shall  but  fulfil  their  beft  defire  ; 

From  fins  and  forrows  fet  them  free,  „ 

And  bring  thy  children,  Lord,  to  thee. 

Gg 


234  PSALMS. 

PSALM  XCI.  ver.  9,-16.    Second  part.  Com- 
mon Metre. 

Protection  from  death,  guard  of  angels ,  vltloryy  and 
deliverance, 

1  "V^E  fons  of  men,  a  feeble  race, 

X       Expos'd  to  ev'ry  fnare, 
Come  make  the  Lord  your  dwelling  place, 
And  try  and  truft  his  care. 

2  No  ill  fhall  enter  where  you  dwell ; 

Or  if  the  plague  come  nigh, 
And  fweep  the  wicked  down  to  hell, 
'Twill  raife  the  faints  on  high, 

3  He'll  give  his  angels  charge  to  keep 

Your  feet  in  all  the  ways ; 
To  watch  your  pillow  while  you  fleep, 
And  guard  your  happy  days. 

4  Their  hands  fhall  bear  you  left  you  fall 

And  dafh  againft  the  ftones  : 

Are  they  not  fervants  at  his  call, 

And  fent  t'  attend  his  fons  ? 

5  Adders  and  lions  ye  fhall  tread  *, 

The  tempter's  wiles  defeat ; 
He  that  hath  bruis'd  the  ferpent's  head 
Puts  him  beneath  your  feet. 

6  "  Becaufe  on  me  they  fet  their  love, 

«  I'll  fave  them,"  faith  the  Lord  ; 
"  I'll  bear  their  joyful  fouls  above 
"  Deftruc"tion  and  the  fword. 


PSALMS.  235 

7  "  My  grace  (hall  anfwer  when  they  call, 

"  In  trouble  I'll  be  nigh  : 
«  My  power  {hall  help  them  when  they  fall, 
"  And  raife  them  when  they  die. 

8  "  Thofe  that  on  earth  my  name  have  known, 

«  I  honour  will  in  heav'n  •, 
"  There  my  falvation  {hall  be  mown, 
"  And  endlefs  life  be  giv'n." 

£SALM  XCII.     Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 
A  pf aim  for  the  Lord's  day. 

1  Q  WEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  king, 
O     To  praife  thy  name,  give  thanks,  and  fmg, 
To  mew  thy  love  by  morning  light, 

And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  facred  reft, 

No  mortal  care  mall  feize  my  breaft, 
Oh  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  folemn  found. 

S  My  heart  mall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  blefs  his  works,  and  blefs  his  word ; 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  mine  ! 
How  deep  thy  counfels  !  how  divine  ! 

4?  Fools  never  raife  their  thoughts  fo  high ; 
Like  brutes  they  live,  like  brutes  they  die ; 
Like  grafs  they  flourim,  'till  thy  breath 
Blaft  them  in  everlafting  death. 


236  PSALMS. 

5  But  I  fhall  fhare  a  glorious  part, 
When  grace  hath  well  refin'd  my  heart, 
And  frefh  fupplies  of  joy  are  fhed, 
Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head. 

6  Sin,  (my  worft  enemy  before) 
Shall  vex  my  eyes  and  ears  no  more  : 
My  inward  foes  fhall  all  be  flain, 
Nor  Satan  break  my  peace  again. 

7  Then  fhall  I  fee,  and  hear,  and  know 
All  I  deiir'd,  or  wifh'd  below ; 

And  ev'ry  power  find  fweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 

PSALM  XCII.  ver.  12,  &c.  Second  part.  Long 
Metre. 

The  church  is  the  garden  of  God. 

1  T"     ORD,  'tis  a  pleafant  thing  to  ftand 
1   j     In  gardens  planted  by  thine  hand 

Let  me  within  thy  courts  be  feen 
Like  a  young  cedar  frefh  and  green. 

2  There  grow  thy  faints  in  faith  and  love, 
Blefs'd  with  thine  influence  from  above  -, 
Not  Lebanon  with  all  its  trees, 

Yields  fuch  a  comely  fight  as  thefe. 

3  The  plants  of  grace  fhall  ever  live  ; 
(Nature  decays,  but  grace  mult  thrive) 
Time,  that  doth  all  things  elfe  impair, 
Still  makes  them  flourifh  ftrong  and  fair. 


PSALMS.  237 

4  Laden  with  fruits  of  age  they  fhew 
The  Lord  is  holy,  juft  and  true ; 
None  that  attend  his  gates  fhall  find 
A  God  unfaithful  or  unkind. 

PSALM  XCIII.     Firft  Metre.     As  the  100th 

Pfalm. 

The  eternal  and fovereign  God, 

1  TEHOVAH  reigns  :  he  dwells  in  light, 
J       Girded  with  majefty  and  might : 
The  world  created  by  his  hands 

Still  on  its  firft  foundation  ftands. 

2  But  ere  this  fpacious  world  was  made, 
Or  had  its  firft  foundation  laid, 

Thy  throne  eternal  ages  flood, 
Thyfelf  the  ever-living  God. 

5  Like  floods  the  angry  nations  rife, 
And  aim  their  rage  againft  the  fkies ; 
Vain  floods,  that  aim  their  rage  fo  high  ! 
At  thy  rebuke  the  billows  die. 

4  For  ever  fhall  thy  throne  endure ; 
Thy  promife  ftands  for  ever  fure : 
And  everlafting  holinefs 
Becomes  the  dwellings  of  thy  grace. 

PSALM  XCIII.  Second  Metre.  As  the  old  50th 

Pfalm. 

1   rTPHE  Lord  of  glory  reigns,  he  reigns  on  high ; 
JL  His  robes  of  ftate  are  ftrength  and  majefty  j 
This  wide  creation  rofe  at  his  command, 
Built  by  his  word,  eftablifh'd  by  his  hand  : 
Long  ftood  his  throne,  ere  he  began  creation, 
And  his  own  Godhead  is  the  firm  foundation, 


*38  PSALMS. 

2  God  is  th*  eternal  king ;  thy  foes  in  vain 
Raife  their  rebellions  to  confound  thy  reign  *, 
In  vain  the  ftorms,  in  vain  the  floods  arife, 
And  roar,   and  tofs  their   waves    againft    the 

fkies ; 

Foaming  at  heav'n,  they  rage  with  wild  com- 
motion, 

But  heavVs  high  arches  fcorn  the  fwelling 
ocean. 

3  Ye  tempefts,  rage  no  more  ;  ye  floods,  be  ftill *, 
And  thou,  mad  world,  fubmiflive  to  his  will ; 
Built  on  his  truth  his  church  mull  ever  ftand  : 
Firm  are  his  promifes,  and  flrong  his  hand  : 
See  his  own  fons,  when  they  appear  before  him, 
Bow  at  his  footftool,  and  with  fear  adore  him. 

PSALM  XCIIL   Third  Metre.    As  the  old  122d 
Pfalm. 

1   r  |  ^HE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 

I        And  royal  ftate  maintains, 
His  head  with  awful  glories  crown'd  \ 

Array'd  in  robes  of  light, 

Begirt  with  fov'reign  might, 
And  rays  of  majefty  around. 

2  Upheld  by  thy  commands 

The  world  fecurely  ftands, 
And  Ikies  and  ftars  obey  thy  word ; 

Thy  throne  was  hVd  on  high 

Ere  ftars  adorn'd  the  fky  ; 
Eternal  is  thy  kingdom,  Lord. 


PSALMS.  259 

S  In  vain  the  noify  crowd, 

Like  billows  fierce  and  loud, 
Againit  thine  empire  rage  and  roar  ; 

In  vain  with  angry  fpite 

The  furly  nations  fight, 
And  dam  like  waves  againft  the  more. 

4t  Let  floods  and  nations  rage, 

And  all  their  power  engage, 
Let  fwelling  tides  aflault  the  Iky  j 

The  terrors  of  thy  frown 

Shall  beat  their  madnefs  down ; 
Thy  throne  for  ever  ftands  on  high, 

5  Thy  promifes  are  true, 

Thy  grace  is  ever  new, 
There  fix'd  thy  church  fhall  ne'er  remove  ; 

Thy  faints  with  holy  fear 

Shall  in  thy  courts  appear, 
And  fing  thine  everlafting  love. 

Repeat  the  fourth  Jlanza  to  complete  the  tune. 

PSALM  XCIV.    ver.   1,  2,  7,-14.    Firft  part. 
Common  Metre. 

Saints  chaftifed,  andjinners  dejlroyed  ;  or,  Injiruciive 
ajfliBions. 

1   /^\  God  !  to  whom  revenge  belongs, 
V^/     Proclaim  thy  wrath  aloud  ; 
Let  fovereign  power  redrefs  our  wrongs, 
^*Let  juftice  fmite  the  proud. 


240  PSALMS. 

2  They  fay,  «  The  Lord  nor  fees  nor  hears :"  v 

When  will  the  vain  be  wife  ; 
Can  he  be  deaf,  who  form'd  their  ears  ? 
Or  blind  who  made  their  eyes  ? 

3  He  knows  their  impious  thoughts  are  vain, 

And  they  fhall  feel  his  power  : 
His  wrath  fhall  pierce  their  fouls  with  pain 
In  fome  furprifing  hour. 

4  But  if  thy  faints  deferve  rebuke, 

Thou  haft  a  gentler  rod ; 
Thy  providence,  thy  facred  book 
Shall  make  them  know  their  God. 

5  Bleft  is  the  man  thy  hands  chaftife, 

And  to  his  duty  draw  ; 
Thy  fcourges  make  thy  children  wife 
When  they  forget  thy  law. 

6  But  God  will  ne'er  carl  off  his  faints, 

Nor  his  own  promife  break  ;  . 

He  pardons  his  inheritance 
For  their  Redeemer's  fake. 

PSALM   XCIV.     ver.    16,-23.     Second   part. 
Common  Metre. 

God  our  fupport  and  comfort  ;   or,   Deliverance  from 
temptation  and perf edition. 

1   "TXT HO  will  arife  and  plead  my  right 
V  V      Againft  my  num'rous  foes  ? 
While  earth  and  hell  their  force  unite, 
And  all  my  hopes  oppofe. 


PSALMS.  24-1 

*2  Had  not  the  Lord,  my  rock,  my  help, 
Suftain'd  my  fainting  head, 
My  life  had  now  in  filence  dwelt, 
My  foul  amongfl:  the  dead. 

3  "  Alas  !  my  Aiding  feet !"  I  cry'd, 

Thy  promife  bore  me  up : 
Thy  grace  flood  conftant  by  my  fide, 
And  rais'd  my  finking  hope. 

4  While  multitudes  of  mournful  thoughts 

Within  my  bofom  roll, 
Thy  boundlefs  love  forgives  my  faults, 
Thy  comforts  cheer  my  foul. 

5  Powers  of  iniquity  may  rife, 

And  frame  pernicious  laws  : 
But  God  my  refuge  rules  the  fkies, 
He  will  defend  my  caufe. 

6  Let  malice  vent  her  rage  aloud, 

Let  bold  blafphemers  feoff; 
The  Lord  our  God  fhall  judge  the  proud, 
And  cut  the  finners  off. 

PSALM  XCV.     Common  Metre. 
A  pfalm  before  prayer. 

1    QING  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name, 
O   And  in  his  ftrength  rejoice  ; 
When  his  falvation  is  our  theme,, 
Exalted  be  our  voice. 

H  h 


242  PSALMS. 

V,  With  thanks  approach  his  awful  fight, 
And  pfalms  of  honour  fing, 
The  Lord's  a  God  of  boundlefs  might, 
The  whole  creation's  icing. 

3  "L^t  princes  hear,  let  angels  know 

How  mean  their  natures  feem, 
Thofe  gods  on  high,  and  gods  below, 
When  once  compar'd  with  him. 

4  Earth,  with  its  caverns  dark  and  deep* 

Lies  in  his  fpacious  hand  \ 
He  fix'd  the  feas  what  bounds  to  keep, 
And  where  the  hills  muft  (land. 

5  Come,  and  with  humble  fouls  adore, 

Come,  kneel  before  his  face  ; 
O  may  the  creatures  of  his  power 
Be  children  of  his  grace. 

6  Nov/  is  the  time,  he  bends  his  ear, 

And  waits  for  your  requeft  \ 
Come,  left  he  roufe  his  wrath,  and  fwear, 
«  Ye  fhall  not  fee  my  reft." 

PSALM  XCV,     Short  Metre. 

A  pfalm  before  fermon. 

I    /"^lOME,  found  his  praife  abroad, 
\^y  And  hymns  of  glory  fmg  : 
Jehovah  is  the  fov'reign  God, 
The  univerfal  king. 


PSALMSv  243 

2  He  form'd  the  deeps  unknown  : 

He  gave  the  feas  their  bound  7 
The  wat'ry  worlds- are  all  his  own, 
And  all  the  folid  ground. 

3  Come,  worfhip  at  his  throne* 

Come,  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 
We  are  his  works*  and  not  our  own  : 
He  form'd  us  by  his  word. 

4  To  day  attend  his  voice. 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod  : 
Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice. 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 

5  But  if  your  ears  refufe 

The  language  of  his  grace, 
And  hearts  grow  hard,  like  ftubborn  lews. 
That  unbelieving  race — 

6  The  Lord,  in  vengeance  drefs'd. 

Will  lift  his  hand  and  fwear, 
"  You  that  defpife  my  promis'd  reft, 
"  Shall  have  no  portion  there.*5 

PSALM  XCV.  ver.  1,2,  3,6— 11.  Long  Metre. 

Canaan  lojl  through  unbelief ;   or,  a  Kvarning  to   (h- 
hiyingjinners. 

1    /^i  OME,  let  your  voices  join  to  raife 
Vy   A  facred  long  of  folemn  praife  J 
God  is  a  fovereign  King :  rehearfe 
His  honour  in  exalted  verfe. 


24.4.  PSALMS. 

2  Come,  let  our  fouls  addrefs  the  Lord, 
"Who  fram'd  our  natures  with  his  word, 
He  is  our  fheperd  ;  we  the  iheep 

His  mercy  chofe,  his  paftures  keep. 

3  Come  let  us  hear  his  voice  to-day, 
The  counfels  of  his  love  obey, 
Nor  let  our  harden'd  hearts  renew 
The  fins  and  plagues  that  Ifrael  knew. 

4  Ifrael,  that  faw  his  works  of  grace, 
Yet  tempt  their  Maker  to  his  face  ; 
A  faithlefs  unbelieving  brood, 
That  tir'd  the  patience  of  their  God. 

5  Thus  faith  the  Lord,  "  How  falfe  they  prove  r 
"  Forget  my  power,  abufe  my  love  ; 

"  Since  they  defpife  my  reft  I  fwear, 
"  Their  feet  fhall  never  enter  there." 

[6  Look  back,  my  foul,  with  holy  dread^ 
And  view  thofe  ancient  rebels  dead, 
Attend  the  offer'd  grace  to  day, 
Nor  lofe  the  bleflings  by  delay, 

7  Seize  the  kind  promife  wile  it  waits, 
And  march  to  Zion's  heavenly  gates  ; 
Believe,  and  take  the  promifs'd  reft  ; 
Obey,  and  be  for  ever  blefs'd.] 

PSALM  XCVI.  ver.  2,  10,  &c.  Common  Metre- 

Chr'ijl }s firjl  andfecond  coming. 

1    QING  to  the  Lord,  ye  diftant  lands, 
O    Ye  tribes  of  every  tongue  ; 
His  new  difcovered  grace  demands 
A  new  and  nobler  fong. 


PSALMS.  245 

2  Ssy.  to  the  nations,  Jefus  reigns, 

God's  own  almighty  Son  : 
His  power  the  finking  world  fuftains, 
And  grace  furrounds  his  throne. 

3  Let  heav'n  proclaim  the  joyful  day, 

Joy  through  the  earth  be  feen  j 
Let  cities  fhine  in  bright  array, 
And  fields  in  cheerful  green. 

4  The  joyous  earth,  the  bending  fkies 

His  glorious  train  difplay  $ 
Ye  mountains  fink,  ye  valleys  rife, 
Prepare  the  Lord  his  way. 

5  Behold  he  comes,  he  comes  to  blefs 

The  nations  as  their  God ; 
To  fhew  the  world  his  righteoufnefs, 
And  fend  his  truth  abroad. 

6  His  voice  fhail  raife  the  flumb'ring  dead, 

And  bid  the  world  draw  near ; 
J3ut  how  will  guilty  nations  dread 
To  fee"  their  judge  appear  ? 

PSALM  XCVII.  As  the  113th  Pfalm. 

The  God  cf  the  Gentiles. 

J    T    ET  all  the  earth  their  voices  raife, 
1  j  To  fing  the  choked  pfalm  of  praife. 

To  fing  and  blefs  Jehovah's  name  : 
His  glory  let  the  heathen  know. 
His  wonders  to  the  nations  fhow, 
And  all  his  faving  works  proclaim. 


J46  PSALMS. 

2  The  heathens  know  thy  glory,  Lord, 
The  wond'ring  nations  read  thy  word, 

But  here  Jehovah's  name  is  known  *, 
Nor  fhall  our  worfhip  e'er  be  paid 
To  Gods  which  mortal  hands  have  made  j 

Our  maker  is  our  God  alone. 

3  He  fram'd  the  globe,  he  built,  the  fky, 
He  made  the  mining  worlds  on  high, 

And  reigns  complete  in  glory  there  5 
His  beams  are  majefty  and  light  : 
His  beauties  how  divinely  bright ! 

His  temple  how  divinely  fair  ! 

4  Come  the  great  day,  the  glorious  hour, 
"When  earth  fhall  feel  his  faving  power, 

Andbarb'rous  nations  fear  his  name  : 
Then  (hall  the  race  of  men  confefs 
The  beauty  of  his  holinefs, 

And  in  his  courts  his  grace  proclaim. 

PSALM  XCVII.  ver.   1,-5.     Firfl    part   Lon* 
Metre. 


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Chrijl  reigning  in  heaven*  and  coming    to  judgment, 

1  TTE  reigns  ;  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns  \ 
XjL   Praife  him  in  evangelic  drains  : 

Let  the  whole  earth  in  fongs  rejoice, 
And  diftant  iflands  join  their  voice. 

2  Deep  are  his  counfels  and  unknown  ; 
But  grace  and  truth  fupport  his  throne  : 
Though  gloomy  clouds  his  ways  iurrounc^ 
Juftice  is  their  eternal  ground. 


PSALMS.  247 

3  In  robes  of  judgment,  lo,  he  comes, 

Shakes  the  wide  earth,  and  cleaves  the  tombs  3 
Before  him  burns  devouring  fire, 
The  mountains  melt,  the  feas  retire. 

4  His  enemies,  with  fore  difmay, 

Fly  from  the  fight,  and  {hun  the  day  ; 
Then  lift  your  heads  ye  faints,  on  high, 
And  fing,  for  your  redemption's  nigh.* 

PSALM  XCVII.  ver.  6,-9.  Second  part.  Long 
Metre. 

Chri/Fs  incarnation. 

1  rTH  HE  Lord  is  come,  the  heavens  proclaim 

X       His  birth ;  the  nations  learn  his  name  $ 
An  unknown  ftar  directs  the  road 
Of  eaftern  fages  to  their  God. 

2  All  ye  bright  armies  of  the  Ikies, 
Go,  worfhip  where  the  Saviour  lies  4 
Angels  and  kings  before  him  bow, 
Thofe  gods  on  high,  and  gods  below. 

3  Let  idols  totter  to  the  ground, 

And  their  own  worfhippers  confound  $ 

But  Zion  fhall  his  glories  fing, 

And  earth  confefs  her  fovereign  king. 

PSALM  XCVII.  Third  part.  Long  Metre. 
Grace  and  Glory. 
I       a^H'  Almighty  reigns  exalted  high 

O'er  all  the  earth,  o'er  all  the  Iky  ; 
Though  clouds  and  darknefs  veil  his  feet. 
His  dwelling  is  the  mercy-feat. 


£48  PSALMS. 

2  O,  ye  that  love  his  holy  name. 
Hate  every  work  of  fin  and  ihame  ; 
He  guards  the  fouls  of  all  his  friends, 
And  from  the  fnares  of  hell  defends. 

3  Immortal  light,  and  joys  unknown, 
Are  for  the  faints  in  darknefs  fown  -, 
Thofe  glorious  feeds  fhall  fpring  and  rif£, 
And  the  bright  harveft  blefs  our  eyes. 

4  Rejoice,  ye  righteous  and  record 
The  facred  honours  of  the  Lord  $ 
None  but  the  foul  that  feels  his  grace 
Can  triumph  in  his  holinefs. 

PSALM  XCVII.  ver.  3,  5,— 7,  11.  Common 
Metre. 

ChriJFj  incarnation  and  the  loft  judgment.. 

1    T    ET  earth,  with  ev'ry  ifle  and  fea 

1  j      Rejoice,  the  Saviour  reigns  ; 

His  word  like  fire  prepares  his  way, 

And  mountains  melt  to  plains. 

*2  His  prefence  finks  the  proudeft  hills, 
And  makes  the  vallies  rife  ; 
The  humble  foul  enjoys  his  fmiles, 
The  haughty  finner  dies. 

3  The  heavens  his  rightful  power  proclaim  ; 
The  idol-gods  around 
Till  their  own  worfhippers  with  fhame, 
And  totter  to  the  ground. 


PSALMS.  249 

4  Adoring  angels  at  his  birth 

Make  their  Redeemer  known  ; 
Thus  fhall  he  come  to  judge  the  earth, 
And  angels  guard  his  throne. 

5  His  foes  fhall  tremble  at  his  fight, 

And  hills  and  feas  retire ; 
His  children  take  their  unknown  flight, 
And  leave  the  world  in  fire. 

6  The  feeds  of  joy  and  glory  fown 

For  faints  in  darknefs  here, 
Shall  rife  and  fpring  in  worlds  unknown, 
And  a  rich  harveft  bear. 

PSALM  XCVIII.  Firft  part.  Common  Metre. 
Praife  for  the  go/pel. 
O  our  Almighty  Maker,   God, 


T 


New  honours  be  addrefs'd ; 
His  great  falvation  mines  abroad, 
And  makes  the  nations  blefs'd. 

2  To  Abraham  flrft  he  fpoke  the  word, 

And  taught  his  numerous  race ; 
The  Gentiles  own  him  fov'reign  Lord, 
And  learn  to  truft  his  grace. 

3  Let  the  whole  earth  his  love  proclaim 

With  all  her  difFrent  tongues ; 
And  fpread  the  honour  of  his  name 
In  melody  and  fongs. 
Ii 


250  PSALMS. 

PSALM  XCVIII.  Second  part.  Common  Metre. 
The  MeJfiaFs  coming  and  kingdom. 

1  TOY  to  the  world — the  Lord  is  come ; 
J      Let  earth  receive  her  king  : 

Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  heav'n  and  nature  fing. 

2  Joy  to  the  earth,  the  Saviour  reigns  *, 

Let  men  their  fongs  employ, 
While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills  and  plains, 
Repeat  the  founding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  fins  and  forrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infeft  the  ground  •, 
He  comes  to  make  his  bleffings  flow, 
Far  as  the  curfe  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace^ 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteoufnefs, 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 

PSALM  XCIX.  Firft  part.  Short  Metre. 

ChriJFs  kingdom  and  majefty. 

1    »~p<  HE  God  Jehovah  reigns, 
Jl        Let  all  the  nations  fear ; 
Let  finners  tremble  at  his  throne, 
And  faints  be  humble  there. 


PSALMS.  25V 

2  Jefus  the  Saviour  reigns, 

Let  earth  adore  its  Lord  •, 
Bright  Cherubs  his  attendants  (land, 
Swift  to  fulfil  his  word. 

3  In  Zion  ftands  his  throne, 

His  honours  are  divine, 
His  church  fhall  make  his  wonders  known, 
For  there  his  glories  fhine. 

4  How  holy  is  his  name  f 

How  terrible  his  praife  ! 
Juftice,  and  truth,  and  judgment  join 
In  all  his  works  of  grace. 

PSALM  XCIX.  Second  part.  Short  Metre. 
A  holy  God  imt^htpped  with  reverence, 

1  T?  XALT  the  Lord  our  God, 
X_J-  And  worfhip  at  his  feet, 
His  nature  is  all  holinefs, 

And  mercy  is  his  feat. 

2  When  Ifrael  was  his  church, 

When  Aaron  was  his  pried, 
When  Mofes  cry'd  when  Samuel  pray'd — 
He  gave  his  people  reft. 

3  Oft*  he  forgave  their  fins, 

Nor  would  deftroy  their  race  ; 
And  oft*  he  made  his  vengeance  known 
When  they  abus'd  his  grace. 


352  PSALMS; 

4  Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 

Whofe  grace  is  ft  ill  the  fame ; 
Still  he's  a  God  of  holinefs, 
And  jealous  for  his  name. 

PSALM  C.    Firft  Metre.     A  plain  tranflation. 

Praife  to  our  Creator. 

1  "\7"E  nations  round  the  earth,  rejoice 

A       Before  the  Lord  your  fov'reign  King  ; 
Serve  him  with  cheerful  heart  and  voice, 
With  all  your  tongues  his  glory  fing. 

2  The  Lo*rd  is  God  :  'tis  he  alone 

Doth  life  and  breath  and  being  give : 
We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own  \ 
The  fheep  that  on  his  paflures  live. 

3  Enter  his  gates  with  fongs  of  joy, 

With  praifes  to  his  courts  repair; 
And  make  it  your  divine  employ 

To  pay  your  thanks  and  honours  there. 

4  The  Lord  is  good,  the  Lord  is  kind  ; 

Great  is  his  grace,  his  mercy  fure ; 
And  the  whole  race  of  man  mail  find 
His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure. 

,    PSALM  C.    Second  Metre.     A  paraphrafe. 

1    "O  EFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
J3      Ye  nations,  bow  with  facred  joy  \ 

Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone — 
He  can  create,  and  he  deftroy. 


PSALMS.  253 

2  His  fov'reign  power,  without  our  aid, 
Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men : 

And  when,  like  wand'ring  fheep,  we  ftray'd, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We  are  his  people,  we  his  care, 
Our  fouls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame  : 

What  tailing  honours  mail  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ! 

4  We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  fongs,      - 
High  as  the  heav'n  our  voices  raife ; 

And  earth,  with  her  ten  thoufand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  founding  praife. 

5  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 
Vaft  as  eternity  thy  love  !— 

Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  muft  ftand, 
When  rolling  years  mall  ceafe  to  move  ! 

PSALM  CI.     Long  Metre. 
The  magiftrafis  pfalm. 

1  TV /TERCY  and  judgment  are  my  fong  ♦, 
-LVA      And  fmce  they  both  to  thee  belong, 
My  gracious  God,  my  righteous  King, 

To  thee  my  fongs  and  vows  I  bring. 

2  If  I  am  rais'<l  to  bear  the  fword  ; 
I'll  take  my  counfel  from  thy  word  \ 
Thy  juitice  and  thy  heav'nly  grace 
Shall  be  the  pattern  of  my  ways. 


25*  PSALMS. 

3  Let  wifdom  all  my  auctions  guide, 
And  let  my  God  with  me  refide : 
No  wicked  thing  mall  dwell  with  me, 
Which  may  provoke  thyjealoufy. 

4  No  fons  of  flander,  rage  and  ftrife 
Shall  be  companions  of  my  life  : 
The  haughty  look,  the  heart  of  pride 
Within  my  doors  fhall  ne'er  abide. 

5  [PH  fearch  the  land,  and  raife  the  juft 
To  ports  of  honour,  wealth  and  truft  : 
The  men  that  work  thy  holy  will 
Shall  be  my  friends  and  fav'rites  (till.] 

6  In  vain  fhall  finners  hope  to  rife 
By  flattering  or  malicious  lies  ; 
Nor,  while  the  innocent  I  guard, 
Shall  bold  offenders  e'er  be  fpar'd. 

7  The  impious  crew  (that  factious  band) 
Shall  hide  their  heads,  or  quit  the  land ; 
And  all  that  break  the  public  reft, 
Where  I  have  power,  fhall  be  fuppreft. 

PSALM  CI.     Common  Metre. 

A  pf aim  for  a  majler  of  a  family. 

1    /^"VF  juftice  and  of  grace  I  fing, 
\^J     And  pay  my  God  my  vows, 
Thy  grace  and  juftice,  heav'nly  King, 
Teach  me  to  rule  my  houfe. 


PSALMS.  ?S5 

2  Now  to  my  tent,  O  God,  repair, 

And  make  thy  fervant  wife ; 

I'll  fuffer  nothing  near  me  there 

That  mall  offend  thine  eyes. 

3  The  man  that  doth  his  neighbour  wrong, 

By  falfehood  or  by  force, 
The  fcornful  eye,  the  fland'rous  tongue, 
I'll  banifh  from  my  doors. 

4  I'll  feek  the  faithful  and  the  juft, 

And  will  their  help  enjoy  : 
Thefe  are  the  friends  that  I  fhall  truft, 
The  fervants  I'll  employ. 

5  The  wretch  that  deals  in  fly  deceit. 

I'll  not  endure  a  night : 
The  liar's  tongue  I'll  ever  hate, 
And  banifh  from  my  fight. 

6  I'll  purge  my  family  around, 

And  make  the  wicked  flee ; 
So  fhall  my  houfe  be  ever  found 
A  dwelling  fit  for  thee. 

PSALM  CII.  ver.  1,-13,  20,  21.    Firft  part, 
Common  Metre. 

A  prayer  of  the  affliBed. 

1    "/TEAR  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  face, 
1    1      But  anfwer,  left  I  die  : 
Haft  thou  not  built  a  throne  of  grace, 
To  hear  when  finners  cry  ? 


256  PSALMS. 

2  Like  fmoke  my  wafting  days  depart, 

When  it  diffolves  in  air. 
My  ftrength  is  dried,  my  broken  heart 
Is  finking  in  defpair. 

3  My  fpirits  flag,  like  withering  grafs 

Burnt  with  exceffive  heat : 
In  fecret  groans  my  minutes  pafs 
And  I  forget  to  eat. 

4  As  on  fome  lonely  building's  top 

The  fp arrow  tells  her  moan, 
Far  from  the  tents  of  joy  and  hope 
I  fit  and  grieve  alone. 

5  My  foul  is  like  a  wildernefs, 

Where  beafts  of  midnight  howl ; 
Where  the  fad  raven  finds  her  place, 
And  where  the  fcreaming  owl. 

6  Dark  difmal  thoughts  and  boding  fears 

Dwell  in  my  troubled  bread  : 
While  fharp  reproaches  wound  my  ears ', 
Nor  give  my  fpirit  reft. 

7  My  cup  is  mingled  with  my  woes, 

And  tears  are  my  repaft  j 
My  daily  bread,  like  allies,  grows 
Unpleafant  to  my  tafte. 

8  Senfe  can  afford  no  real  joy 
To  fouls  that  feel  thy  frown  ; 

Lord,  t'was  thy  hand  advane'd  me  high, 
Thy  hand  hath  caft  me  down. 


PSALMS.  257 

9  My  looks  like  wither'd  leaves  appear ; 

And  life's  declining  light 
Grows  faint,  as  ev'ning  fhadows  are, 
That  vanifh  into  nigrht. 

o 

10  But  thou  for  ever  art  the  fame, 

O  my  eternal  God ; 
Ages  to  come  fhall  know  thy  name, 
And  fpread  thy  works  abroad. 

1 1  Thou  wilt  arife,  and  fhew  thy  face, 

Nor  will  my  Lord  delay, 
Beyond  th'  appointed  hour  of  grace 
That  long  expected  day. 

1 2  He  hears  his  faints,  he  knows  their  cry, 

And,  by  myfterious  ways, 
Redeems  the  pris'ners  doom'd  to  die, 
And  fills  their  tongues  with  praife. 

PSALM  CII.  ver.  13,-21.    Second  part.  Com- 
mon Metre. 

Prayer  heard,  and  Tjion  rejlored. 

1  "        ET  Zion  and  her  fons  rejoice — 
\   j     Behold  the  promis'd  hour  : 

Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice, 
And  comes  t'  exalt  his-  power. 

2  Her  dull  and  ruins  that  remain, 

Are  precious  in  our  eyes  ; 
Thofe  ruins  fhall  be  built  again, 
And  all  that  duft  fhall  rife. 
K  k 


258  PSALMS. 

3  The  Lord  will  raife  Jerufalem, 
And  Hand  in  glory  there ; 
Nations  fhall  bow  before  his  name* 
And  kings  attend  with  fear. 

4-  He  fits  a  fov'reign  on  his  throne, 
With  pity  in  his  eyes  : 
He  hears  the  dying  pris'ner's  groan, 
And  fees  their  fighs  arife. 

5  He  frees  the  fouls  condemn'd  to  death, 

And  when  his  faints  complain, 
It  fhan't  be  faid,  "  That  praying  breath, 
"."Was  ever  fpent  in  vain." 

6  This  fhall  be  known  when  we  are  dead, 

And  left  on  long  record  \ 
That  ages  yet  unborn  may  read, 
And  trull  j  and  praife  the  Lord. 

PSALM  CII.    ver.  23,-28.    Third  part.    Long 
Metre. 

Man's   mortality,  and   Chrift's   eternity;   or,   Saints 
die,  but  Chrijl  and  the  church  live. 

1  TT  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand 

J_     Weakens  our  ftrength  amidft  the  race  \ 
Difeafe  and  death  at  his  command 
Arreft  us,  and  cut  fhort  our  days. 

2  Spare  us,  O  Lord,  aloud  we  pray, 
Nor  let  our  fun  go  down  at  noon  j 

Thy  years  are  one  eternal  day, 

And  mult  thy  children  die  fo  foon  ? 


PSALMS.  $59 

3  Yet,  in  the  midft  of  death  and  grief, 
This  thought  our  forrow  fhall  afluage ; 

"  Our  Father  and  our  Saviour  live, 

"  Chrift  is  the  fame  through  every  age." 

4  'Twas  he  this  earth's  foundation  laid ; 
Heav'n  is  the  building  of  his  hand  ; 

This  earth  grows  old,  thefe  heav'ns  fhall  fade, 
And  all  be  chang'd  at  his  command. 

5  The  ftarry  curtains  of  the  fky, 
Like  garments,  fhall  be  laid  afide : 

But  ftill  thy  throne  ftands  firm  and  high  ; 
Thy  church  for  ever  rriufl  abide. 

6  Before  thy  face,  thy  church  fhall  live  •, 
And  on  thy  throne  thy  children  reign  ; 

This  dying  world  fhall  they  furvive, 
And  the  dead  faints  be  rais'd  again<r 

PSALM  CIII.     ver.   1,-7.     Firft  part.     Long 
Metre. 

Bleffing  God  for  his  goodnefs  to  foul  and  body* 

1  T)  LESS,  O  my  foul,  the  living  God, 

JD     Call  home  thy  thoughts  that  rove  abroad, 
Let  all  the  powers  within  me  join 
In  work  and  worfhip  fo  divine. 

2  Blefs,  O  my  foul,  the  God  of  grace ; 
His  favours  claim  the  higheft  praife  ; 
Why  fhould  ungrateful  filence  hide 
The  bleflings  which  his  hands  provide  ? 


260  PSALMS. 

3  Tis  he,  my  foul  that  fent  his  Son 

To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  haft  done  : 
He  owns  the  ranfom,  and  forgives 
The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 

4<  The  vices  of  the  mind  he  heals, 

And  cures  the  pains  that  nature  feels — 
Redeems  the  foul  from  hell,  and  faves 
Our  wafting  life  from  threatening  graves. 

5  Our  youth,  decay'd  his  power  repairs  ; 
His  mercy  crowns  our  growing  years  } 
He  fills  our  ftore  with  every  good, 
And  feeds  our  fouls  with  heav'nly  food. 

6  He  fees  th'  oppreflbr  and  th>  oppreft, 
And  often  gives  the  furFrers  reft : 
But  will  his  juftice  more  difplay 

In  the  laft  great  rewarding  day. 

7  [His  power  he  fhew'd  by  Mofes'  hands, 
And  gave  to  Ifrael  his  commands  ; 

But  fent  his  truth  and  mercy  down 
To  all  the  nations  by  his  Son.] 

8  Let  the  whole  earth  his  power  confefs — 
Let  the  whole  earth  adore  his  grace ; 
The  Gentile  with  the  Jew  {hall  join 

In  work  and  worlhip  fo  divine. 

PSALM  CIII.    Second  part.    Long  Metre. 
God's  gentle  chajlifement ;   or,   His  tender  mercy  to 

his  people. 
1    r  |  l'HE  Lord,  how  wondrous  are  his  ways  ! 
|       How  firm  his  truth,  how  large  his  grace! 
He  takes  his  mercy  for  his  throne, 
And  thence  he  makes  his  glories  known. 


PSALMS.  261 

2  Not  half  fo  high  his  power  hath  fpread 
The  ftarry  heav'ns  above  our  head, 

As  his  rich  love  exceeds  our  praife, 
Exceeds  the  highefl  hopes  we  raife. 

3  Not  half  fo  far  hath  nature  plac'd 
The  rifing  morning  from  the  weft, 
As  his  forgiving  grace-  removes 
The  daily  guilt  of  thofe  he  loves. 

4  How  flow  his  awful  wrath  to  rife  ! 
On  fwifter  wings  falvation  flies  ; 
And  if  he  lets  his  anger  burn, 
How  foon  his  frowns  to  pity  turn  ! 

5  Amidft  his  wrath  compaffion  mines  ; 
His  ftrokes  are  lighter  than  our  fins: 
And,  while  his  rod  corrects  his  faints, 
His  ear  indulges  their  complaints. 

6  So  fathers  their  young  fons  chaftife, 
"With  gentle  hands  and  melting  eyes  ; 
The  children  weep  beneath  the  fmart, 
And  move  the  pity  of  their  heart. 

PAUSE. 

7  The  mighty  God,  the  wife  and  juft, 
Knows  that  our  frame  is  feeble  dult ; 
And  will  no  heavy  loads  impofe 
Beyond  the  ftrength  that  he  beftows. 


262  PSALMS. 

8  He  knows  how  foon  our  nature  dies, 
Blaftecl  by  every  wind  that  flies  : 
Like  grafs  we  fpring,  and  die  as  foon, 

Or  morning  flowers  that  fade  at  noon.       ' 

9  But  his  eternal  love  is  fure 

To  all  the  faints,  and  fhall  endure  •, 
From  age  to  age  his  truth  fhall  reign, 
Nor  children's  children  hope  in  vain. 

PSALM  CIII.   ver.  1,-7.    Firft  part.    Short 
Metre. 

Praife  for  temporal  and fpiritual  mercies* 

1    /^V  H  blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul ! 
\J     Let  all  within  me  join 
And  aid  my  tongue  to  blefs  his  name, 
Whofe  favours  are  divine. 

3  Oh  blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul : 
Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 
Forgotten  in  unthankfulnefs, 
And  without  praifes  die. 

3  Has  he  forgives  thy  fins, 

'Tis  he  relieves  thy  pain, 
Tis  he  that  heals  thy  ficknefTes, 
And  makes  thee  young  again. 

4  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 

When  ranfom'd  from  the  grave  ; 
He  that  redeem'd  my  foul  from  hell 
Hath  fov'reign  power  to  fave. 


PSALMS.  268 

3  He  fills  the  poor  with  good : 
He  gives  the  fuff'rers  reft ; 
The  Lord  hath  judgments  for  the  proud, 
And  juftice  for  th'  oppreft. 

6  His  wondrous  works  and  ways 
He  made  by  Mofes  known  ; 
But  fent  the  world  his  truth  and  grace 
By  his  beloved  Son. 

PSALM  CIII.  ver.  8,— 18.  Second  part.    Short 
Metre. 

Abounding  companion  of  God ;  or,  Mercy  in  the  midji 
of  judgment, 

1  It  /TY  foul,  repeat  his  praife, 
J.VX     Whofe  mercies  are  fo  great ; 
Whofe  anger  is  fo  flow  to  rife, 

So  ready  to  abate. 

2  God  will  not  always  chide, 

And,  when  his  ftrokes  are  felt, 
His  ftrokes  are  fewer  than  our  crimes, 
And  lighter  than  our  guilt. 

3  High  as  the  heav'ns  are  rais'd 

Above  the  ground  we  tread. 
So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 
Our  higheft  thoughts  exceed. 

4  His  power  fubdues  our  fins, 

And  his  forgiving  love, 
Far  as  the  eaft  is  from  the  weft, 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 


264  PSALMS. 

5  The  pity  of  the  Lord, 

To  thofe  that  fear  his  name, 
Is  fuch  as  tender  parents  feel — 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

6  He  knows  we  are  but  duft, 

Scattered  with  every  breath  : 
His  anger  like  a  rifmg  wind 
Can  fend  us  fwift  to  death. 

7  Our  days  are  as  the  grafs, 

Or  like  the  morning  flower  ! 
If  one  {harp  blaft  fweep  o'er  the  field, 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 

«>  But  thy  compaffions,  Lord, 
To  endlefs  years  endure  ; 
And  children's  children  ever  find, 
Thy  words  of  promife  fure. 

PSALM  OH.  ver.  19,-22.    Third  part.    Short 
Metre. 

Gods    univerfal   dominion ;     or,     Angels  praife    the. 
Lord. 

1    r  ■  iHE  Lord,  the  fov'reign  king, 
\        Hath  fix'd  his  throne  on  high, 
O'er  all  the  heav'nly  world  he  rules, 
And  all  beneath  the  Iky. 

-2  Ye  angels,  great  in  might, 
And  fwift  to  do  his  will, 
Blefs  ye  the  Lord,  whofe  voice  ye  hear, 
Whofe  pleafure  ye  fulfil. 


PSALMS.  265 

3  Let  the  bright  hofts,  who  wait 

The  orders  of  their  king, 
And  guard  his  churches  when  they  pray, 
Join  in  the  praife  they  fing. 

4  While  all  his  wondrous  works, 

Through  his  vaft  kingdom  ihew, 
Their  Maker's  glory,  thou,  my  foul, 
'Shall  fmg  his  graces  too. 

PSALM  CIV. 

The  glory  of  God  in  Creation  and  Providence, 

1  "]\/Ty  foul,  thy  great  Creator  praife, 
.1VJL     When  cloth'd  in  his  celeftial  rays, 
He  in  full  majefty  appears, 

And  like  a  robe  his  glory  wears. 

Note.  This  pf aim  may  be  fung  to  the  tune  of  the  old 
\\2th  or  127 th  pfalm3  by  adding  thefe  two  Lines 
to  every  flanza — viz. 

"  Great  is  the  Lord  !  what  tongue  can  frame 
"  An  equal  honour  to  his  name  !" 
Other  wife  it  mufl  be  fung  as  the  100th  pf  aim, 

2  The  heav'ns  are  for  his  curtains  fpread  ; 
-     Th*  unfathom'd  deep  he  makes  his  bed  : 

Clouds  are  his  chariot,  when  he  flies 
On  winged  ftorms  acrofs  the  fkies. 

3  Angels,  whom  his  own  breath  infpires, 
His  minifters,  are  flaming  fires  : 

And  fwift  as  thought  their  armies  move 
To  bear  his  vengeance  or  his  love, 

LI 


266  PSALMS. 

4  The  world's  foundation  by  his  hand 
Is  pois'd,  and  fhall  for  ever  ftand ; 
He  binds  the  ocean  in  his  chain, 
Left  it  fhould  drown  the  earth  again. 

5  When  earth  was  cover'd  with  the  flood, 
Which  high  above  the  mountains  flood, 
He  thunder'd  and  the  ocean  fled, 
Confin'd  to  its  appointed  bed. 

6  The  fwelling  billows  know  their  bound, 
And  in  their  channels  walk  their  round ; 
Refrelhing  flreams,  by  fecret  veins, 
Break  from  the  hills,  and  drench  the  plains. 

7  He  bids  the  chryftal  fountains  flow, 
And  cheer  the  valleys  as  they  go : 
There  gentle  herds  their  third  allay, 
And  for  the  ftream  wild  afles  bray. 

8  From  pleafant  trees,  which  made  the  brink, 
The  lark  and  linnet  like  to  drink ; 

Their  fongs  the  lark  and  linnet  raife, 
And  chide  our  filence  in  his  praife. 

PAUSE  the  firft. 

9  God,  from  his  cloudy  ciftern,  pours 
On  the  parch'd  earth  enriching  fhowers : 
The  grove,  the  garden,  and  the  field 

A  thoufand  joyful  blefTings  yield. 


PSALMS.  267 

10  He  makes  the  grafly  food  arife 
And  gives  the  cattle  large  fupplies ; 
With  herbs  for  man,  of  various  power, 
To  nourifh  nature,  or  to  cure. 

1 1  "What  noble  fruit  the  vines  produce  ! 
The  olive  yields  a  pleafing  juice  ; 

Our  hearts  are  cheer'd  with  gen'rous  wine, 
His  gifts  proclaim  his  love  divine. 

12  His  bounteous  hands  our  table  fpread, 
He  fills  our  cheerful  ftores  with  bread ; 
While  food  our  vital  ftrength  imparts, 
Let  daily  praife  infpire  our  hearts. 

PAUSE  the  fecond. 

13  Behold  the  (lately  Cedar  ftands, 
Rais'd  in  the  foreft  by  his'  hands ; 
Birds  to  the  bough9  for  fhelter  fly, 
And  build  their  nefts  fecure  on  high. 

14-  To  craggy  hills  afcends  the  goat  5 
And  at  the  airy  mountain's  foot 
The  feeble  creatures  make  their  cell — 
He  gives  them  wifdom  where  to  dwell. 

1 5  He  fet  the  fun  his  circling  race, 

Appoints  the  moon  to  change  her  face  : 
And,  when  thick  darknefs  veils  the  day, 
Calls  out  wild  beafts  to  hunt  their  prey. 


26$  PSALMS. 

1 6  Fierce  lions  lead  their  young  abroad, 
And  roaring  alk  their  meat  from  God ; 
But  when  the  morning  beams  arife, 
The  favage  beaft  to  covert  flies. 

1 7  Then  man  to  daily  labour  goes  : 
The  night  was  made  for  his  repofe  •, 
Sleep  is  thy  gift,  that  fweet  relief 
From  tirefome  toil  and  wafting  grief. 

1 8  How  ftrange  thy  works  !  how  great  thy  (kill  f 
While  ev'ry  land  thy  riches  fill : 

Thy  wifdom  round  the  world  -we  fee, 
This  fpacious  earth  is  full  of  thee. 

19  Nor  lefs  thy  glories  in  the  deep, 
Where  fifh  in  millions  fwim  and  creep, 
With  wondrous  motions,  fwift  or  flow, 
Still  wand'ring  in  the  paths  below. 

20  There  (hips  divide  their  wat'ry  way, 
And  flocks  of  fcaly  monflers  play  ; 
The  huge  leviathan  refides, 

And,  fearlefs,  fports  amid  the  tides. 

PAUSE  the  third. 

21  Vail  are  thy  works,  almighty  Lord, 
All  nature  refts  upon  thy  word, 

And  the  whole  race  of  creatures  ftand, 
Waiting  their  portion  from  thy  hand. 


PSALMS.  269 

22  While  each  receives  his  diiFrent  food, 
Their  cheerful  voice  pronounce  it  good  : 
Eagles  and  bears,  and  whales  and  worms, 
Rejoice  and  praife  in  difFrent  forms. 

23  But  when  thou  hid'ft  thy  face,  they  mourn, 
And,  dying,  to  their  duft  return-: 

Both  man  and  beaft  their  fouls  refign ; 
Life,  breath,  and  fpirit,  all  are  thine. 

24<  Yet  thou  canft  breathe  on  duft  again, 
And  fill  the  world  with  beafts  and  men  j 
A  word  of  thy  creating  breath 
Repairs  the  wafte  of  time  and  death. 

25  His  works,  the  wonders  of  his  might, 
Are  honor'd  with  his  own  delight ; 
How  awful  are  his  glorious  ways ! 
The  Lord  is  dreadful  in  his  praife. 

26  The  earth  ftands  trembling  at  thy  ftroke, 
And  at  thy  touch  the  mountains  fmoke ; 
Yet  humble  fouls  may  fee  thy  face, 

And  tell  their  wants  to  fov'reign  grace. 

27  In  thee  my  hopes  and  wifhes  meet, 
And  make  my  meditations  fweet ; 
Thy  praifes  fhall  my  breath  employ, 
Till  it  expire  in  endlefs  joy. 

28  While  haughty  finners  die  accurft, 
Their  glory  bury'd  with  their  duft, 

I  to  my  God,  my  heav'nly  King, 
Immortal  hallelujahs  fing. 


270  PSALMS. 

PSALM  CV.    Abridged.     Common  Metre. 
God's  conducl  to  Ifraely  and  the  plagues  of  Egypt. 

1  t^\  IVE  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name, 
VJf      And  tell  the  world  his  grace. ; 

Sound  through  the  earth  his  deeds  of  fame, 
That  all  may  feek  his  face. 

2  His  cov'nant  which  he  kept  in  mind 
For  num'rous  ages  paft, 

To  num'rous  ages  yet  behind 
In  equal  force  fhall  laft. 

3  He  fware  to  Abra'm  and  his  feed, 
And  made  the  bleffing  fure  : 

Gentiles  the  ancient  promife  read, 
And  find  his  truth  endure. 

4  "  Thy  feed  fhall  make  all  nations  blefs'd  •, 
(Said  the  Almighty  voice) 

«  And  Canaan's  land  fhall  be  thy  reft, 
"  The  type  of  heav'nly  joys." 

5  [How  large  the  grant !  how  rich  the  grace  ! 
To  give  them  Canaan's  land, 

When  they  were  ftrangers  in  the  place, 
A  fmall  and  feeble  band  ! 

6  Like  pilgrims,  through  the  countries  round, 
Securely  they  remov'd ; 

And  haughty  kings  that  on  them  frown'd, 
Severely  he  reprovM. 


PSALMS.  271 

7  "  Touch  mine  anointed,  and  mine  arm 
"  Shall  foon  avenge  the  wrong  ! 

«  The  man  that  does  my  prophets  harm, 
«  Shall  know,  their  God  is  ftrong. 

8  "  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage5 
"  Nor  put  the  church  in  fear : 

"  Ifrael  muft  live  through  ev'ry  age, 
«  And  be  th'  Almighty's  care." 

PAUSE  the  firft. 

9  When  Pharaoh  dar'd  to  vex  the  faints, 
And  thus  provok'd  their  God, 

Mofes  was  fent,  at  their  complaints, 
Arm'd  with  his  dreadful  rod. 

10  He  call'd  for  darknefs,  darknefs  came 
Like  an  o'erwhelming  flood  ; 

He  turn'd  each  lake,  and  ev'ry  ftream 
To  lakes  and  ftreams  of  blood. 

1 1  He  gave  the  fign,  and  noifome  flies 
Through  the  whole  country  fpread  ; 

And  frogs,  in  baleful  armies,  rife 
About  the  monarch's  bed. 

12  Through  fields,  and  towns,  and  pahces, 
The  tenfold  vengeance  flew  : 

Locufts  in  fwarms  devour'd  their  trees, 
And  hail  their  cattle  flew. 


272  PSALMS. 

13  Then,  by  an  angels  midnight  ftroke, 
The  flow'r  of  Egypt  died  : 

The  ftrength  of  ev'ry  houfe  he  broke, 
Their  glory  and  their  pride. 

14  "  Now  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 
«  Nor  put  the  church  in  fear  ; 

«  Ifrael  muft  live  through  ev'ry  age, 
"  And  be  the  Almighty's  care." 

PAUSE  the  fecond. 


15  Thus  were  the  tribes  from  bondage  freed, 
And  left  the  hated  ground  ; 

Rich  with  Egyptian  fpoils  they  fled, 
Nor  was  one  feeble  found. 

16  The  Lord  himfelf  chofe  out  their  way, 
And  mark'd  their  journeys  right, 

Gave  them  a  leading  cloud  by  day, 
A  fiery  guide  by  night. 

17  They  thirft  ;  and  waters  from  the  rock 
In  rich  abundance  flow, 

And  foUVing  ftill  the  courfe  they  took, 
Ran  all  the  defert  through. 

18  O  wondrous  ftream  !  O  blefled  type 
Of  ever-flowing  grace  ! 

So  Chrift  our  rock  maintains  our  life 
And  aids  our  wond'ring  race. 


PSALMS.  273 

19  Thus  guarded  by  th'  Almighty  hand, 

The  chofen  tribes  poflefs'd 
Canaan  the  rich,  the  promis'd  land, 
And  there  enjoy'd  their  reft. 

20  "  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 

"  The  church  renounce  her  fear  ; 
"  Ifrael  muft  live  through  ev'ry  age, 
"  And  be  th'  Almighty's  care." 

PSALM  CVI.  ver.  1,-5.  Firftpart.  Long  Metre. 

Praife  to  God  ;  or,  Communication  with  faints. 

1  *T~^0  God  the  great,  the  ever  blefs'd 

L     Let  fongs  of  honour  be  addrefs'd : 
His  mercy  firm  for  ever  (lands  ; 
Give  him  the  thanks  his  love  demands. 

2  Who  knows  the  wonders  of  thy  ways  ; 
Who  fhall  fufil  thy  boundlefs  praife  ? 
Blefs'd  are  the  fouls  that  fear  thee  ftill, 
And  pay  their  duty  to  thy  will. 

3  Remember  what  thy  mercy  did 
For  Jacob's  race  thy  chofen  feed  ; 
And  with  the  fame  falvation  blefs 
The  meaneft  fuppliant  of  thy  grace. 


O  may  I  fee  thy  tribes  rejoice, 
And  aid  their  triumphs  with  my  voice 
This  is  my  glory,  Lord,  to  be 
Join'd  to  thy  faints,  and  near  to  thee. 


M  m 


274  PSALMS. 

PSALM  CVI.  ver7,  8,  12,-— 14,43,-4- 8.  Second 
part.  Short  Metre. 

Ifrael  puni/hed  and  pardoned ;  or,  God's  unchangeable 
love. 

1  /^1  OD  of  eternal  love, 

V_T    How  fickle  are  our  ways  ! 
And  yet  how  oft  did  Ifrael  prove 
Thy  conftancy  of  grace  ! 

2  They  faw  thy  wonders  wrought, 
And  then  thy  praife  they  fung  ; 

But  foon  thy  works  of  pow'r  forgot, 
And  murmur'd  with  their  tongue. 

3  Now  they  believe  his  word, 

While  rocks  with  rivers  flow  ; 
Now  with  their  lulls  provoke  the  Lord, 
And  he  reduc'd  them  low. 

4  Yet  when  they  mourn'd  their  faults, 

He  hearken'd  to  their  groans, 
Brought  his  own  cov'nant  to  his  thoughts, 
And  call'd  them  ftill  his  fons. 

5  Their  names  were  in  his  book, 
He  fav'd  them  from  their  foes  : 

Oft  he  chaftis'd,  but  ne'er  forfook 
The  people  that  he  chofe, 

6  Let  Ifrael  blefs  the  Lord, 
Who  lov'd  their  ancient  race  ; 

And  Christians  join  the  folemn  word 
Amen  to  all  the  praife. 


PSALMS.  275 

PSALM  CVII.    Firft  part.    Long  Metre. 
Ifrael  led  to  Canaan^  and  Chriflians  to  heaven. 

1  /^\  IVE  thanks  to  God  ;  he  reigns  above ; 
V_X     Kind  are  his  thoughts,  his  name  is  love  ; 
His  mercy  ages  paft  have  known,  r 

And  ages  long  to  come  fhall  own. 

2  Let  the  redeemed  of  the  Lord 
The  wonders  of  his  grace  record ; 
Ifrael,  the  nation  whom  he  chofe, 
And  refcu'd  from  their  mighty  foes. 

[3  When  God's  own  arm  their  fetters  broke, 
And  freed  them  from  th'  Egyptian  yoke, 
They  trac'd  the  defert,  wand'ring  round 
A  wild  and  folitary  ground. 

4  There  they  could  find  no  leading  road, 
Nor  city  for  their  fix'd  abode  : 

Nor  food,  nor  fountain  to  affuage 
Their  burning  thirft,  or  hunger's  rage.] 

5  In  their  diftrefs  to  God  they  cry'd, 
God  was  their  Saviour  and  their  guide  ; 
He  led  their  wand'ring  march  around, 

And  brought  their  tribes  to  Canaan's  ground. 

6  Thus,  when  our  firfl  reieafe  we  gain, 
From  fm's  old  yoke  and  Satan's  chain, 
We  have  this  defert  world  to  pafs, 

A  dang'rous  and  a  tirefome  place. 


276  PSALMS. 

7  He  feeds  and  clothes  us  all  the  way, 
He  guides  our  footfteps  left  we  ftray, 
He  guards  us  with  a  pow'rful  hand, 
And  brings  us  to  the  heav'nly  land. 

S  O  let  the  faints  with  joy  record 
The  truth  and  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
How  great  his  works  !  how  kind  his  ways  ! 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 

PSALM  CVII.    Second  part.    Long  Metre. 
Correction  for  fitly  and  releafe  by  prayer. 

1  XT1  ROM  age  to  age  exalt  his  name, 

JL       God  and  his  grace  are  ftill  the  fame  ; 
He  fills  the  hungry  foul  with  food,    . 
And  feeds  the  poor  with  every  good. 

2  But  if  their  hearts  rebel,  and  rife 
Againft  the  God  who  rules  the  fkies,  * 
If  they  reject  his  heav'nly  word, 
And  flight  the  counfels  of  the  Lord, 

3  He'll  bring  their  fpirits  to  the  ground, 
And  no  deliv'rer  fhall  be  found ; 

Laden  with  grief,  they  wafte  their  breath 
In  darknefs  and  the  fhades  of  death. 

4  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  cries, 
He  makes  the  dawning  light  arife, 
And  fcatters  all  that  difmal  fhade, 
That  hung  fo  heavy  round  their  head. 


PSALMS.  277 

.5  He  cuts  the  ,bars  of  brafs  in  two, 

And  lets  the  fmiling  pris'ners  through ; 
Takes  off  the  load  of  guilt  and  grief, 
And  gives  the  lab'ring  foul  relief. 

6  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 

The  wond'rous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
How  great  his  works  !  how  kind  his  ways  ! 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 

PSALM  CVII.    Third  part.    Common  Metre. 

Intemperance  punifhed  and  pardoned  ;  or,  a  pf aim  for 
the  glutton  and  the  drunkard, 

1  X  T  AIN  man,  on  foolifh  pleafures  bent, 

V        Prepares  for  his  own  punifhment  \ 
"What  pains,  what  loathfome  maladies, 
From  luxury  and  luft  arife. 

2  The  drunkard  feels  his  vitals  wafte, 

Yet  drowns  his  health  to  pleafe  his  tafte  ; 
Till  all  his  active  pow'rs  are  loft, 
And  fainting  life  draws  near  the  duft. 

3  The  glutton  groans  and  loathes  to  eat, 
His  foul  abhors  delicious  meat ; 
Nature,  with  heavy  loads  opprefs'd, 
"Would  yield  to  death  to  be  releas'd. 

4  Then  how  the  frighten'd  finners  fly 
To  God  for  help  with  earneft  cry  ! 

He  hears  their  groans,  prolongs  their  breath, 
And  faves  them  from  approaching  death. 


278  PSALMS. 

5  No  med'cines  could  effect  the  cure 
So  quick,  fo  eafy,  or  fo  lure  : 
The  deadly  fentence  God  repeals, 
He  fends  his  fov' reign  word  and  heals. 

6  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 

The  wond'rous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
And  let  their  thankful  ofF'ring  prove 
How  they  adore  their  Maker's  love. 

PSALM  CVII.    Fourth  part.    Long  Metre. 

Deliverance  from  Jiorms  and fiip  wrecks  ;  or,  Thefea- 
man's  fong, 

1  "TTTTOULD  you  behold  the  works  of  God, 

V  V        His  wonders  in  the  world  abroad  ? 
With  the  bold  mariner  furvey 
The  unknown  regions  of  the  fea. 

2  They  leave  their  native  fhores  behind, 
And  feize  the  favour  of  the  wind  ; 
Till  God  command,  and  tempefts  rife, 
That  heave  the  ocean  to  the  fkies. 

3  Now  to  the  heav'ns  they  mount  amain, 
Now  fink  to  dreadful  deeps  again  ; 
What  flrange  affrights  young  failors  feel, 
And  like  a  ftagg'ring  drunkard  reel ! 

4  When  land  is  far,  and  death  is  nigh, 
Loft  to  all  hope,  to  God  they  cry  : 
His  mercy  hears  their  loud  addrefs, 
And  fends  falvation  in  diftrefs. 


PSALMS.  279 

5  He  bids  the  winds  their  wrath  affuage, 
And  ftormy  tempefts  ceafe  to  rage  ; 
The  gladfome  train  their  fears  give  o'er, 
And  hail  with  joy  their  native  more. 

6  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 

The  wond'rous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
Let  them  their  private  ofFrings  bring, 
And  in  the  church  his  glory  fing. 

PSALM  CVII.  Fourth  part.  Common  Metre. 
The  mariner's  pfalm, 

1  r  |  iHY  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord, 

That  rule  the  boifterous  fea, 
The  fons  of  courage  fhall  record, 
Who  tempt  that  dang'rous  way. 

2  At  thy  command  the  winds  arife, 

And  fwell  the  tow'ring  waves  ; 
The  men,  aftonifh'd,  mount  the  Ikies, 
And  fmk  in  gaping  graves. 

3  Again  they  climb  the  wat'ry  hills, 

And  plunge  in  deeps  again  ; 
Each  like  a  tott'ring  drunkard  reels, 
And  finds  his  courage  vain. 

4  Frighted  to  hear  the  tempeft  roar, 

They  pant  with  fluttering  breath, 
And,  hopelefs  of  the  diftant  fhore, 
Expect  immediate  death. 


280  PSALMS. 

5  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  cries, 

He  hears  the  loud  requeft, 
And  orders  filence  through  the  fkies, 
And  lays  the  floods  to  reft. 

6  Sailors  rejoice  to  lofe  their  fears, 

And  fee  the  ftorm  all  ay' d : 
Now  to  their  eyes  the  port  appears  ; 
There  let  their  vows  be  paid. 

7  'Tis  God  that  brings  them  fafe  to  land  j 

Let  ftupid  mortals  know, 
That  waves  are  under  his  command, 
And  all  the  winds  that  blow. 

8  O  that  the  fons  of  men  would  praife 

The  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
And  thofe  that  fee  thy  wondrous  ways 
Thy  wondrous  love  record. 

PSALM  CVII.    Laft  part.    Long  Metre. 
Colonies  planted ;  or,  Nations  blejfed  and  punijhed. 

1  TX  THEN  God,  provok'd  with  daring  crimes, 

V  Y       Scourges  the  madnefs  of  the  times, 
He  turns  their  fields  to  barren  fand, 
And  dries  the  rivers  from  the  land. 

2  His  word  can  raife  the  fprings  again, 
And  make  the  wither'd  mountains  green, 
Send  fhow'ry  bleflings  from  the  fkies, 
And  harvefts  in  the  defert  rife. 


PSALMS.  281 

3  [Where  nothing  dwelt  but  beads  of  prey, 
Or  men  as  fierce  and  wild  as  they, 

He  bids  th'  opprefs'd  and  poor  repair, 
And  builds  them  towns  and  cities  there. 

4  They  fow  the  fields,  and  trees  they  plant, 
Whofe  yearly  fruit  fupplies  their  want : 
Their  race  grows  up  from  fruitful  flocks^ 
Their  wealth  increafes  with  their  flocks. 

5  Thus  they  are  blefs'd  :  but  if  they  fin, 
He  lets  the  heathen  nations  in  : 

A  favage  crew  invades  their  lands, 
Their  princes  die  by  barb'rous  hands. 

6  Their  captive  fons,  expos'd  to  fcorn, 
Wander  unpity'd  and  forlorn  : 

The  country  lies  unfenc'd,  untill'd, 
And  defolation  fpreads  the  field. 

7  Yet  if  the  humbled  nation  mourns, 
Again  his  dreadful  hand  he  turns  : 
Again  he  makes  their  cities  thrive, 
And  bids  the  dying  churches  live.] 

8  The  righteous,  with  a  joyful  fenfe, 
Admire  the  works  of  Providence  ; 
And  tongues  of  atheifts  ihall  no  more 
Blafpheme  the  God  that  faints  adore. 

9  How  few  with  pious  care  record 
Thefe  wondrous  dealings  of  the  Lord ! 
But  wife  obfervers  flill  ihall  find 

The  Lord  is  holy,  juft,  and  kind. 

Nn 


282  PSALMS. 

PSALM  CVIII.     Common  Metre. 
A  Jong  of  praife. 
WAKE,  my  foul,  to  found  his  praife, 


'A 


Awake  my  harp  to  fing : 
Join  all  my  powers  the  fong  to  raife, 
And  morning  incenfe  bring. 

2  Among  the  people  of  his  care, 

And  through  the  nations  round  ; 
Glad  fongs  of  praife  will  I  prepare, 
And  there  his  name  refound. 

3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  ftarry  train ; 
Diffufe  thy  heav'nly  grace  abroad, 
And  teach  the  world  thy  reign. 

4  So  fliall  thy  chofen  fons  rejoice, 

And  throng  thy  courts  above ; 
While  finners  hear  thy  pard'ning  voice, 
And  tafte  redeeming  love. 

PSALM  CIX.    ver.  l,—5y  31.    Common  Metre. 
Love  to  enemies  from  the  example  of  Chrift.  - 

1  /^  OD  of  my  mercy  and  my  praife, 
V_T      Thy  glory  is  my  fong  ; 
Though  finners  fpeak  againft  thy  grace 

With  a  blafpheming  tongue. 

2  When  in  the  form  of  mortal  man 

Thy  fon  on  earth  was  found, 
With  cruel  flanders,  falfe  and  vain, 
They  compafs'd  him  around. 


PSALMS.  283 

3  Their  mis'ries  his  companion  move, 

Their  peace  he  ftill  purfu'd  ; 
They  render  hatred  for  his  love, 
And  evil  for  his  good. 

4  Their  malice  rag'd  without  a  caufe, 

Yet  with  his  dying  breath 
He  pray'd  for  murd'rers  on  his  crofs, 
And  blefs'd  his  foes  in  death, 

5  Lord,  fhall  thy  bright  example  fhine, 

In  vain  before  my  eyes ; 
Give  me  a  foul  a  kin  to  thine, 
To  love  mine  enemies. 

6  The  Lord  fhall  on  my  fide  engage, 

And  in  my  Saviour's  name 
I  fhall  defeat  their  pride  and  rage, 
Who  flander  and  condemn. 

PSALM  CX.    Firft  part.    Long  Metre. 

Chrtji  exalted>    and  multitudes  converted ;   or,  The 
fuccefs  of  the  gofpeL 

1  ^HUS  God  th'  eternal  Father  fpake 

JL       To  Chrift  the  Son  :  «  Afcend  and  fit 
w  At  my  right  hand,  till  I  fhall  make 
"  Thy  foes  fubmiffive  at  thy  feet. 

2  "  From  Zion  fhall  thy  word  proceed, 

«  Thy  word,  the  fceptre  in  thy  hand, 
«  Shall  make  the  hearts  of  rebels  bleed, 
«  And  bow  their  wills  to  thy  command. 


284  PSALMS. 

3  "  That  day  (hall  fhow  thy  pow'r  is  great, 

"  When  faints  (hall  flock  with  willing  minds, 
u  And  tinners  crowd  thy  temple  gate, 
"  Where  holinefs  in  beauty  fhines." 

4  O  blefled  pow'r !  O  glorious  day  ! 

What  a  large  vi&'ry  fhall  enfue  ! 
And  converts,  who  thy  grace  obey, 
Exceed  the  drops  of  morning  dew. 

PSALM  CX.    Second  part.    Long  Metre. 
The  kingdom  and  priejlhood  of  Chrifl. 

1  r-j^HUS  the  great  Lord  of  earth  and  fea 

:         Spake  to  his  Son,  and  thus  he  fwore  : 
"  Eternal  fhall  thy  priefthood  be, 

"  And  change  from  hand  to  hand  no  more. 

2  "  Aaron  and  all  his  fons  muft  die ; 

"  But  everlafting  life  is  thine, 
"  To  fave  for  ever  thofe  that  fly 

i«  For  refuge  from  the  wrath  divine. 

3  "  By  me  Melchifedeck  was  made 

"  On  earth  a  king  and  priefl  at  once ; 
"  And  thou,  my  heav'nly  prielt  fhalt  plead, 
"  And  thou  my  King,  fhalt  rule  my  fons," 

4-  Jefus  the  priefl  afcends  his  throne, 
While  counfels  of  eternal  peace, 
Between  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Proceed  with  honour  and  fuccefs. 


PSALMS,  285 

5  Through  the  whole  earth  his  reign  (hail  fpread, 

And  crufh  the  pow'rs  that  dare  rebel ; 
Then  fhall  he  judge  the  rifing  dead, 
And  fend  the  guilty  world  to  hell. 

6  Though,  while  he  treads  his  glorious  way, 

He  drinks  the  cup  of  threats  and  blood, 
The  fufF'rings  of  that  dreadful  day 
Shall  but  advance  him  near  to  God. 

"   PSALM  CX.     Common  Metre, 
Chri/Fs  kingdom  and  priejlhood. 

1  TESUS,  our  Lord,  afcend  thy  throne, 
J      And  near  thy  Father  fit ; 

In  Zion  fhall  thy  power  be  known, 
And  make  thy  foes  fubmit. 

2  What  wonders  fhall  thy  gofpel  do  ! 

Thy  converts  fhall  furpafs 
The  num'rous  drops  of  morning  dew, 
And  own  thy  fov'reign  grace. 

3  God  hath  pronoune'd  a  firm  decree, 

Nor  changes  what  he  fwore  ; 

"  Eternal  fhall  thy  priefthood  be, 

"  When  Aaron's  is  no  more. 

4  "  Melchifedeck,  that  wondrous  priefl", 

"  That  king  of  high  degree, 
"  That  holy  man,  who  Abraham  bleft, 
"  Was  but  a  type  of  thee." 


286  PSALMS. 

5  Jefus,  our  prieft,  for  ever  lives, 

To  plead  for  us  above ; 
Jefus,  our  king,  for  ever  gives 
The  bleflings  of  his  love. 

6  God  (hall  exalt  his  glorious  head, 

And  his  high  throne  maintain, 
Shall  ftrike  the  powers  and  princes  dead, 
Who  dare  oppofe  his  reign. 

PSALM  CXI.    Firft  part.    Common  Metre. 

The  wifdom  of  God  in  his  works. 

1  O  ONGS  of  immortal  praife  belong 
O     To  my  almighty  God ; 

He  has  my  heart,  and  he  my  tongue, 
To  fpread  his  name  abroad. 

2  How  great  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought ! 

How  glorious  in  our  fight ! 
And  men  in  ev'ry  age  have  fought 
His  wonders  with  delight. 

3  How  fair  and  beauteous  nature's  frame  ! 

How  wife  th'  eternal  mind  ! 
His  counfels  never  change  the  fcheme 
That  his  firft  thoughts  defign'd. 

4  When  he  redeem'd  his  chofen  fons, 

He  fiVd  his  cov'nant  fure  ; 
The  orders  that  his  lips  pronounce 
To  endlefs  years  endure. 


PSALMS.  287 

5  Nature  and  time,  and  earth  and  fkies, 

Thy  heav'nly  fkill  proclaim  ; 
What  (hall  we  do  to  make  us  wife, 
But  learn  to  read  thy  name  ? 

6  To  fear  thy  power,  to  truft  thy  grace, 

Is  our  divineft  (kill ; 
And  he's  the  wifeft  of  our  race 
That  beft  obeys  thy  will. 

PSALM  CXI.   Second  part.    Common  Metre. 
The  perfections  of  God. 

1  f^X  REAT  is  the  Lord  ;  his  works  of  might 
\j~     Demand  our  nobleft  fongs  ; 

Let  his  aflembled  faints  unite 
Their  harmony  of  tongues. 

2  Great  is  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 

He  gives  his  children  food, 
And  ever  mindful  of  his  word, 
He  makes  his  promife  good. 

3  His  Son,  the  great  Redeemer,  came 

To  feal  his  cov'nant  fure  : 
Holy  and  rev'rend  is  his  name, 
His  ways  are  juft  and  pure. 

4  They  that  would  grow  divinely  wife, 

Mull  with  his  fear  begin  : 
Our  faireft  proof  of  knowledge  lies 
In  hating  ev'ry  fin. 


288  PSALMS. 

PSALM    CXII.  As  die  113th  Pfalm. 

The  blejjings  of  the  liberal  man. 

1   fTpHAT  man  is  blefs'd,  who  ftands  in  aw. 
X       Of  God,  and  loves  his  facred  law  : 
His  feed  on  earth  (hall  be  renown'd  j 
His  houfe  the  feat  of  wealth  fhali  be, 
An  unexhaufted,treafury, 

And  with  fucceflive  honours  crown'd. 


2  His  liberal  favours  he  extends, 

To  fome  he  gives,  to  others  lends  ; 

A  generous  pity  fills  his  mind : 
Yet  what  his  charity  impairs, 
He  faves  by  prudence  in  affairs, 

And  thus  he's  juft  to  all  mankind. 

3  His  hands,  while  they  his  alms  beftow'd, 
His  glory's  future  harveft  fow'd  : 

The  fweet  remembrance  of  the  juft, 
Like  a  green  root,  revives  and  bears 
A  train  of  bleflings  for  his  heirs, 

When  dying  nature  fleeps  in  dull. 

4  Befet  with  threat'ning  dangers  round, 
Unmov'd  (hall  he  maintain  his  ground : 

His  confcience  holds  his  courage  up : 
The  foul  that's  fill'd  with  virtue's  light, 
Shines  brighten:  in  affliction's  night ; 

And  fees,  in  darknefs,  beams  of  hope. 


^ 


PSALMS.  289 

PAUSE. 

5  [111  tidings  never  can  furprife 

His  heart,  that  fix'd,  on  God  relies, 

Though  waves  and  tempefts  roar  around ; 

Safe  on  a  rock  he  fits,  and  fees, 

The  fhipwreck  of  his  enemies, 

And  all  their  hope  and  glory  drown'd. 

6  The  wicked  {hall  his  triumph  fee, 
And  gnafh  their  teeth  in  agony, 

To  find  their  expectations  croft  : 
They  and  their  envy,  pride,  and  fpite, 
Sink  down  to  everlafting  night, 

And  all  their  names  in  darknefs  loft. 

PSALM  CXII.     Long  Metre. 
The  bleflings  of  the  pious  and  charitable, 

1  r-T^HRICE  happy  man,  who  fears  the  Lord, 

X      Loves  his  commands  and  trufts  his  word  : 
Honour  and  peace  his  days  attend, 
And  bleflings  to  his  feed  defcend. 

2  Compaflion  dwells  upon  his  mind, 
To  works  of  mercy  ftill  inclin'd  : 
He  lends  the  poor  fome  prefent  aid, 
Or  gives  them,  not  to  be  repaid. 

3  When  times  grow  dark,  and  tidings  fpread, 
That  fill  his  neighbours  round  with  dread, 
His  heart  is  arm'd  againft  the  fear, 

For  God,  with  all  his  power,  is  there. 
Oo 


290  PSALMS. 

4  His  fpirit,  fix'd  upon  the  Lord, 
Draws  heav'nly  courage  from  his  word  ; 
Amidft  the  darknefs  light  fhall  rife, 
To  cheer  his  heart,  and  blefs  his  eyes. 

5  He  hath  difpers'd  his  alms  abroad, 
His  works  are  ftill  before  his  God : 
His  name  on  earth  fhall  long  remain, 
While  envious  miners  rage  in  vain. 

PSALM  CXII.     Common  Metre. 

Liberality  rewarded, 

1  TJ  APP Y  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord, 
11     And  follows  his  commands, 
Who  lends  the  poor  without  reward, 

Or  gives  with  lib'ral  hands. 

2  As  pity  dwells  within  his  breaft 

To  all  the  fons  of  need ; 
So  God  fhall  anfwer  his  requefl 
With  bleflings  on  his  feed. 

3  No  evil  tidings  fhall  furprife 

His  well-eftablifh'd  mind ; 
His  foul  to  God,  his  refuge  flies, 
And  leaves  his  fears  behind. 

4  In  times  of  danger  and  diftrefs 

Some  beams  of  light  fhall  fhine, 
To  fhew  the  world  his  righteoufnefs, 
And  give  him  peace  divine. 


PSALMS.  291 

5  His  works  of  piety  and  love 
Remain  before  the  Lord  ; 
Honour  on  earth,  and  joys  above, 
Shall  be  his  fure  reward. 

PSALM  CXIII.     Proper  Tune. 

The  majefly  and  condefanfion  of  God. 

1  "XTE  that  delight  to  ferve  the  Lo?d, 

A       The  honours  of  his  name  record — 

His  facred  name  for  ever  blefs  : 
Where'er  the  circling  fun  difplays 
His  riling  beams  or  fetting  rays, 

Let  lands  and  feas  his  power  confefs. 

2  Not  time,  nor  nature's  narrow  rounds, 
Can  give  his  vaft  dominion  bounds, 

The  heav'ns  are  far  below  his  height  *, 
Let  no  created  greatnefs  dare 
With  our  eternal  God  compare, 

Arm'd  with  his  uncreated  might. 

3  He  bows  his  glorious  head  to  view 
What  the  bright  hofts  of  angels  do, 

And  bends  his  care  to  mortal  things  ; 
His  fov'reign  hand  exalts  the  poor, 
He  takes  the  needy  from  the  door, 

And  feats  them  on  the  thrones  of  kings. 

4  When  childlefs  families  defpair, 
He  fends  the  bleflings  of  an  heir, 

To  refcue  their  expiring  name  ; 
The  mother  with  a  thankful  voice, 
Proclaims  his  praifes  and  her  joys  ; 

Let  ev'ry  age  advance  his  praife. 


?92  PSALMS. 

PSALM  CXIII.     Long  Metre. 
Godfovereign  and  gracious, 

1  "^^E  fervants  of  th*  almighty  King, 

JL       In  every  age  his  praifes  fing  : 
Where'er  the  fun  (hall  rife  or  fet, 
The  nations  (hall  his  praife  repeat. 

2  Above  the  earth  beyond  the  fky, 
His  throne  of  glory  Hands  on  high  ; 
Nor  time  nor  place  his  power  reftrain, 
Nor  bound  his  univerfal  reign. 

3  Which  of  the  fons  of  Adam  dare, 
Or  angels,  with  their  God  compare  ? 
His  glories  how  divinely  bright ! 
Who  dwells  in  uncreated  light ! 

4  Behold  his  love !  he  ftoops  to  view 
What  faints  above  and  angels  do  ! 
And  condefcends,  yet  more,  to  know 
The  mean  affairs  of  men  below  ! 

5  From  duft  and  cottages  obfcure 
His  grace  exalts  the  humble  poor  \ 
Gives  them  the  honour  of  his  fons, 
And  fits  them  for  their  heav'nly  thrones. 

[6  A  word  of  his  creating  voice 

Can  make  the  barren  houfe  rejoice  : 
Though  Sarah's  ninety  years  were  pad, 
The  promis'd  feed  is  born  at  laft. 


PSALMS.  293 

7  With  joy  the  mother  views  her  fon, 
And  tells  the  wonders  God  has  done  ; 
Faith  may  grow  ftrong  when  fenfe  defpairs  ; 
If  nature  fails  the  promife  bears.] 

PSALM  CXIV.     Long  Metre. 
Miracles  attending  Ifrael*  s  Journey. 

1  TT7HEN  Ifrael  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand, 

V  V       Left  the  proud  tyrant  and  his  land, 
The  tribes,  with  cheerful  homage,  own 
Their  king,  and  Judah  was  his  throne. 

2  Acrofs  the  deep  their  journey  lay ; 
The  deep  divides  to  make  them  way ; 
Jordan  beheld  their  march,  and  fled, 
"With  backward  current,  to  his  head. 

3  The  mountains  fhook,  like  frighted  (heep— 
Like  lambs,  the  little  hillocks  leap  ! 

Not  Sinai  on  her  bafe  could  (land, 
Confcious  of  fov'reign  power  at  hand. 

4  What  power  could  make  the  deep  divide — 
Make  Jordan  backward  roll  his  tide  ? 
Why  did  ye  leap,  ye  little  hills  ? 

And  whence  the  dread  that  Sinai  feels  ? 

5  Let  every  mountain,  every  flood, 
Retire  and  know  th'  approaching  God, 
The  King  of  Ifrael :  fee  him  here  ! 
Tremble,  thou  earth,  adore,  and  fear. 


294-  PSALMS. 

6  He  thunders,  and  all  nature  mourns, 
The  rock  to  Handing  pools  he  turns  ; 
Flints  fpring  with  fountains  at  his  word, 
And  fires  and  feas  confefs  the  Lord. 

PSALM  CXV.     Firfl  Metre. 

The  true  God  our  refuge  ;  or,  Idolatry  reproved. 

1  "VTOT  to  ourfelves,  who  are  but  duft — 
Jl\      Not  to  ourfelves  is  glory  due, 

Eternal  God,  thou  only  juft, 

Thou  only  gracious,  wife  and  true. 

2  Difplay  to  earth  thy  dreadful  name  : 
"Why  mould  a  heathen's  haughty  tongue 

Infult  us,  and,  to  raife  our  fhame, 

Say,  where's  the  God  you've  ferv'd  (o  long. 

3  The  God  we  ferve,  maintains  his  throne 
Above  the  clouds,  beyond  the  fkies ; 

Through  all  the  earth  his  will  is  done, 
He  knows  our  groans,  he  hears  our  cries. 

4  But  the  vain  idols  they  adore, 

Are  fenfelefs  fhapes  of  ftone  and  wood  *, 
At  beft  a  mafs  of  glittering  ore, 
A  filver  faint,  or  golden  god. 

5  [With  eyes  and  ears  they  carve  the  head : 
Deaf  are  their  ears,  their  eyes  are  blind  j 

In  vain  are  coftly  offerings  made, 
And  vows  are  fcatter'd  in  the  wind. 


PSALMS.  295 

6  Their  teet  were  never  made  to  move, 
Nor  hands  to  fave,  when  mortals  pray ; 

Mortals,  that  pay  them  fear  or  love, 
Seem  to  be  blind  and  deaf  as  they.] 

7  O  Ifrael,  make  the  Lord  thy  hope, 
Thy  help,  thy  refuge,  and  thy  reft  ; 

The  Lord  mail  build  thy  ruins  up, 
And  blefs  the  people  and  the  prieft. 

8  The  dead  no  more  can  fpeak  thy  praife — 
They  dwell  in  filence  in  the  grave ; 

But  we  fhall  live  to  fing  thy  grace, 
And  tell  the  world  thy  power  to  fave. 

PSALM  CXV.     Second  Metre.     As  the  new 
tune  of  the  50th  Pfalm. 

Idolatry  reproved. 

I    *^TOT  to  our  names,  thou  only  jufl  and  true, 
j_^j      Not  to  our  worthlefs  names  is  glory 

due : 
Thy  power  and  grace,  thy  truth  and  juftice 

claim 
Immortal  honours  to  thy  fov'reign  name ; 
Shine  through  the  earth,  from  heav'n  thy  bleft 

abode ; 
Nor  let  the  heathens   fay,    «  Where  is   your 

«  God  ?" 


296  PSALMS. 

2  Heav'n  is  thine  higher  court :  there  (lands  thy 

throne, 
And  through  the  lower  worlds  thy  will  is  done  : 
God  fram'd  this  earth — the  ftarry  heav'ns  he 

fpread, 
But   fools    adore  the   gods   their   hands  have 

made ; 
The  kneeling  crowd,  with  looks  devout,  behold 
Their  filver  faviours,  and  their  faints  of  gold. 

S  [Vain  are  thofe  artful  fhapes  of  eyes  and  ears — 
The  molten  image  neither  fees  nor  hears  ; 
Their  hands  are  helplefs,  nor  their  feet   can 

move, 
They  have  no  fpeech,  nor  thought,  nor  power, 

nor  love ; 
Yet  fottifh  mortals  make  their  long  complaints 
To  their  dead  idols,  and  their  lifelefs  faints. 

4  The  rich  have  flatues  well  adorn'd  with  gold ; 
The  poor,  content  with  gods  of  coarfer  mould, 
With  tools  of  iron  carve  the  fenfelefs  flock, 
Lopt  from  a  tree,  or  broken  from  a  rock  \ 
People  and  pried  drive  on  the  folemn  trade, 
And  trufl  the  gods  that  faws  and  hammers 

made.] 

5  Be  heav'n  and  earth  amaz'd  !  'Tis  hard  to  fay, 
Which  are  more  flupid,  or  their  gods,  or  they  : 
O  Ifrael,  trufl  the  Lord :  he  hears  and  fees, 
He  knows  thy  forrows,  and  reftores  thy  peace ; 
His  worfhip  does  a  thoufand  comforts  yield — 
He  is  thy  help,  and  he  thine  heav'nly  fhield. 


PSALMS.  297 

6  In  God  we  truft  :  our  impious  foes  in  vain 
Attempt  our  ruin,  and  oppofe  his  reign  ; 
Had  they-  prevail'd,  darknefs   had   clos'd   our 

days, 
And  death  and  filence  had  forbid  his  praife ; 
But  we  are  iav'd,  and  live  : — Let  fongs  arife, 
And  Zion  blefs  the  God  that  built  the  Ikies. 

PSALM  CXVI.    Firft  part.    Common  Metre. 
Recovery  from  Jicknefs, 

1  T  LOVE  the  Lord  :  he  heard  my  cries, 
X      And  pitied  ev'ry  groan, 

Long  as  I  live,  when  troubles  rife, 
I'll  haften  to  his  throne. 

2  I  love  the  Lord  :  he  bow'd  his  ear, 

And  chas'd  my  griefs  away : 

Oh  let  my  heart  no  more  defpair, 

When  I  have  breath  to  pray. 

3  My  flefh  declin'd,  my  fpirits  fell, 

And  I  drew  near  the  dead, 
While  inward  pangs  and  fears  of  hell, 
Perplex'd  my  wakeful  head. 

4-  «  My  God,  (I  cry'd)  thy  fervant  fave, 
"  Thou  ever  good  and  juft  j 
«  Thy  power  can  refcue  from  the  grave, 
"  Thy  power  is  all  my  truft." 

5  The  Lord  beheld  me  fore  diftreft, 
He  bade  my  pains  remove  ; 
Return,  my  foul,  to  God  thy  reft, 
For  thou  haft  known  his  love. 


298  PSALMS. 

6  My  God  hath  fav'd  my  foul  from  death,  ~ 

And  dry'd  my  falling  tears  : 
.Now  to  his  praife  I'll  fpend  my  breath, 
And  my  remaining  years. 

PSALM  CXVI.  ver.  12,  &*  Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 

Thanks  for  private  deliverance* 

1  TT7HAT  "  fhall  I  render  to  my  God 

V  V        For  all  his  kindnefs  fhown  ? 
My  feet  mall  vifit  thine  abode, 
My  fongs  addrefs  thy  throne. 

2  Among  the  faints  that  fill  thine  houfe 

My  ofFrings  (hall  be  paid ; 
There  fhall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows 
My  foul  in  anguifh  made. 

3  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 

Thou  ever-blefled  God ! 
How  dear  thy  fervants  in  thy  fight ! 
How  precious  is  their  blood  ! 

4  How  happy  all  thy  fervants  are  ! 

How  great  thy  grace  to  me  ! 
My  life  which  thou  haft  made  thy  care, 
L6rd,  I  devote  to  thee. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 

Nor  fhall  my  purpofe  move  ; 
Thy  hand  has  loos'd  my  bonds  of  pain, 
And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 


.psalms.  mi 

6  Here  in  thy  courts  I  leave  my  vow, 
And  thy  rich  grace  record ; 
Witnefe,  ye  faints,  who  hear  me  now, 
If  I  forfake  the  Lord. 

PSALM  CXVII.     Common  Metre. 

Praife  to  God  from  all  nations, 

1  /"\  ALL  ye  nations,  praife  the  Lord, 
\^J     Each  with  a  different  tongue ; 
In  ev^ry  language  learn  his  word, 

And  let  his  name  be  fung. 

2  His  mercy  reigns  through  ev'ry  land ; 

Proclaim  his  grace  abroad  ; 
For  ever  firm  his  truth  mail  (land — 
Praife  ye  the  faithful  God. 

PSALM  CXVII.     Long  Metre. 

1  in  ROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  fkies 
J?.      Let- the  Creator's  praife  arife ; 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  fung 
Thro'  ev'ry  land,  by  ev'ry  tongue. 

2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord  ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word ; 

Thy  praife  mail  found  from  more  to  more, 
'Till  funs  mail  fet  and  rife  no  more. 

PSALM  CXVII.     Short  Metre. 

1    'T^HY  name,  almighty  Lord, 

I        Shall  found  through  diftant  lands  :- 
Great  is  thy  grace,  and  fure  thy  word  : 
Thy  truth  for  ever  (lands. 


300  PSALMS. 

2  Far  be  thine  honour  fpread, 
And  long  thy  praife  endure, 
Till  morning  light  and  ev'ning  made 
Shall  be  exchang'd  no  more. 

PSALM  CXVIII.     ver.  6,  15.     Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 

Deliverance  from  a  tumult. 

1  T""1  HE  Lord  appears  my  helper  now, 

X        Nor  is  my  faith  afraid 
"What  all  the  fons  of  earth  can  dp, 
Since  heav'n  affords  its  aid. 

2  Tis  fafe:-,  Lord,  to  hope  in  thee, 

And  have  my  God  my  friend, 
Than  truft  in  men  of  high  degree, 
And  on  their  truth  depend. 

3  'Tis  through  the  Lord  my  heart  is  ftrong, 

In  him  my  lips  rejoice  ; 
While  his  falvation  is  ray  fong, 
How  cheerful  is  my  voice  ! 

4-  Like  angry  bees  they  girt  me  round ; 
When  God  appears  they  fly : 
So  burning  thorns  with  crackling  found, 
Make  a  fierce  blaze  and  die. 

5  Joy  to  the  faints  and  peace  belongs  : 
The  Lord  protects  their  days  : 
Let  Ifrael  tune  immortal  fongs 
To  his  almighty  grace. 


PSALMS.  301 

PSALM  CXVIII.     ver.   17,-21.     Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 

Public  praifefor  deliverance  from  death. 

1  X    ORD,  thou  haft  heard  thy  fervant  cry, 
I   j     And  refcu'd  from  the  grave ; 

Now  mall  he  live  :  (and  none  can  die, 
If  God  refolve  to  iave.) 

2  Thy  praife,  more  conftant  than  before, 

Shall  fill  his  daily  breath  \ 
Thy  hand  that  hath  chaftis'd  him  fore, 
Defends  him  ftill  from  death. 

5  Open  the  gate  of  Zion  now, 
For  we  mail  worfhip  there, 
The  houfe  where  all  the  righteous  go, 
Thy  mercy  to  declare. 

4-  Among  the  afiemblies  of  the  faints 
Our  thankful  voice  we  raife  ; 
There  we  have  told  thee  our  complaints, 
And  there  we  fpeak  thy  praife. 

PSALM  CXVIII.    ver.  22,  23.    Third  part 
Common  Metre* 

Chrifl  the  foundation  of  the  church. 

1   T>EHOLD  the  fure  foundation  ftone 
JD     Which  God  in  Zion  lays, 
To  build  our  heav'nly  hopes  upons 
And  his  eternal  praife. 


£08  PSALMS. 

2  Chofen  of  God,  to  finners  dear,  ' 

And  faints  adore  the  name, 
They  truft  their  whole  falvation  here, 
Nor  fhall  they  fuffer  fhame. 

3  The  foolifh  builders,  fcribe  and  prieft, 

Reject  it  with  difdain  ; 
Firm  on  this  rock  the  church  fhall  reft, 
And  envy  rage  in  vain. 

4  What  though  the  gates  of  hell  withftood  ? 

Ye*t  muft  this  building  rife  : 
Tis  thy  own  work,  almighty  God, 
An3  wondrous  in  our  eyes. 

PSALM  CXVIII.  ver.  2*,  25,  26.  Fourth  part. 
Common  Metre. 

Hofannah ;  the  Lord's    day;  or,  Chri/Fs    refurrec- 
tioti)  and  our  falvation, 

1  rTTlHIS  is  the  day*the  Lord  hath  made, 

JL       He  calls  the  hours  his  own  : 
Let  heav'n  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 
And  praife  furround  the  throne. 

2  To-day  he  rofe  and  left  the  dead  : 

And  Satan's  empire  fell- 
To-day  the  faints  his  triumph  fpread, 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 

3  Hofannah  to  th*  anointed  king, 

To  David's  holy  Son, 
Help  us,  O  Lord  ;  defcend  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne. 


PSALMS.  30& 

4  Blefs'd  is  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 

With  meflages  of*  grace  ; 
Who  Comes  in : God  his  Father's  name, 
To  fave  our  finful  race. .  •  -; 

5  Hofannah,  in  the  higheft  {trains  ■ 

The  church  on  earth  can  raife  ;  • 

The  higheft  heav'ns,  in  which  'he  reigns,      v 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praife. 

PSALM  CXVIIL  ve'r.    22,— -27.    Short   Metre- 

/in  hofannah  for  the  Lord's  day  ;  or,  A  new  fong  of 
falvaiion  by  Chrifl. 


■s 


EE  what  a  living  flone 
The  builders  did  refufe  ; 
Yet  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon 
In  fpite  of  envious  Jews. 


2  The  fcribe  and  angry  prieft 

Reject  thine  only  Son  ; 
Yet  on  this  rock  ihall  Zion  reft, 
As  the  chief  corner  ftone. 

3  The  work,  O  Lord,  is  thine, 

And  wondrous  in  our  eyes : 
This  day  declares  it  all  divine, 
This  day  did  Jefus  rife. 

4  This  is  the  glorious  day 

That  our  Redeemer  made  : 
Let  us  rejoice,  and  fing  and  pray, 
Let  all  the  church  be  glad. 


PSALMS. 

5  Hofannah  to  the  king 

Of  David's  royal  blood  : 
Blefs  him,  ye  faints,  he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  from  your  God. 

6  We  blefs  thine  holy  word, 

Which  all  his  grace  difplays  ; 
And  offer  on  thine  altar,  Lord, 
Ourfacrifice  of  praife. 

PSALM   CXVIH.  ver,  22,-27.    Long  Metre. 

jtfn  hofannah  for  thi  Lord's  day  j  or,  A  new  fang  of 
falvation  by  Chrtfl. 

1  T  O,  what  a  glorious  Corner-ftone, 
JL-i  The  Jewifh  builders  did  refufe  \ 
But  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon, 

In  fpite  of  envy,  and  the  Jews. 

2  Great  God,  the  work  is  all  divine, 

The  joy  and  wonder  of  our  eyes  ; 
This  is  the  day  that  proves  it  thine, 
The  day  that  faw  our  Saviour  rife. 

3  Sinners  rejoice,  and  faints  be  glad  ; 

Hofannah,  let  his  name  be  bleiVd  ; 
A  thoufand  honours  on  his  head, 

With  peace,  and  light,  and  glory  reft  ! 

4?  In  God's  own  name  he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  to  our  dying  race  ; 
Let  the  whole  church  addrefs  their  King 
With  hearts  of  joy  and  fongs  of  praife. . 


PSALMS.  505 

I  have  colle£ted  and  difpofed  of  the  moft  ufeful 
verfes  of  the  cxixth  Pfalm  under  eighteen  different 
heads,  and  formed  a  divine  fong  upon  each  of  them. 
But  the  verfes  are  much  tranfpofed,  to  attain  fome 
degree  of  connexion. 

In  fome  places,  among  the  words  lanv,  commands, 
judgments,  tejiimonies,  I  have  ufed  gojpe/,  word,  truth, 
grace,  promifes,  &c.  as  more  agreeable  to  the  New 
Teftament,  and  the  common  language  of  Chriftians, 
and  it  equally  anfwers  the  defign  of  the  Pfalmift, 
which  was  to  recommend  the  holy  Scripture. 

PSALM    CXIX.    Firft   part.    Common    Metre. 

The  blejfednefs  of  faints,  and  mifery  offtnners. 
Ver.   1,  2,  3. 

1  T>  LESST)  are  the  undefil'd  in  heart, 
J3  Whofe  ways  are  right  and  clean  ; 
Who  never  from  thy  law  depart, 

But  fly  from  ev'ry  fin. 

2  Blefs'd  are  the  men  that  keep  thy  word, 

And  pra£tife  thy  commands  ; 
With  their  whole  hearts  they  feek  the  Lord, 
And  ferve  thee  with  their  hands. 

Ver.   165. 

3  Great  is  their  peace  who  love  thy  law  j 

How  firm  their  fouls  abide  ! 
Nor  can  a  bold  temptation  draw 
Their  fteady  feet  afide. 

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S<«  PSALMS. 


Ver.  6. 

A:  Then  mall  my  heart  have  inward  joy, 
And  keep  my  face  from  Ihame, 
When  all  thy  ftatutes  I  obey, 
And  honour  all  thy  name. 

Ver.  21,  113. 

5  But  haughty  flnners  will  I  hate, 

The  proud  fhall  die  accursM  ; 
The  fons  of  falfehood  and  deceit 
Are  trodden  to  the  duft. 

Ver.   119,  155. 

6  Vile  as  the  drofs  the  wicked  are  : 

And  thofe  that  leave  thy  ways 
Shall  fee  falvation  from  afar, 
But  never  tafte  thy  grace. 

PSALM  CXIX.  Second  part. 

Secret  devotion  and  fpiriiual-mindednejs  ;     or,    Con- 
Jtant  converfe  'with  God. 

Ver.   147,  55. 

I    r  |  *0  thee  before  the  dawning  light, 
£      My  gracious  God,  I  pray, 
I  meditate  thy  name  by  night, 
And  keep  thy  law  by  day. 


PSALMS.  307 

Ver.  81. 

2  My  fpirit  faints  to  fee  thy  grace, 

Thy  promife  bears  me  up  : 
And  while  falvation  long  delays, 
Thy  word  fupports  my  hope. 

Ver.  164. 

3  Sev'n  times  a  day  I  lift  my  hands, 

And  pay  my  thanks  to  thee  : 
Thy  righteous  providence  demands 
Repeated  praife  from  me. 

Ver.  62. 

4f  When  midnight  darknefs  veils  the  fkies, 
I  call  thy  works  to  mind  ; 
My  thoughts  in  warm  devotion  rife, 
And  fweet  acceptance  find. 

PSALM  CXIX.     Third  part. 

Profejfwns  offincerity^  repenta7Jce,  and  obedience. 

Ver.  57,  60. 

1  rT^HOU  art  my  portion,  O  my  God  ; 

1     Soon  as  I  know  thy  way, 
My  heart  makes  hafte  €  obey  thy  word, 
And  fuffers  no  delay. 

Ver.   13,  14-. 

2  I  choofe  thy  path  of  heav'nly  truth, 

And  glory  in  my  choice- : 

Not  all  the  riches  of  the  earth 

Could  make  me  fo  rejoice. 


308  PSALMS. 

3  The  teftimonies  of  thy  grace, 
I  fet  before  my  eyes  ; 
Thence  I  derive  my  daily  ftrength, 
And  here  my  comfort  lies. 

Ver.  59. 

4/  If  once  I  wander  from  thy  path, 
I  think  upon  thy  ways, 
Then  turn  my  feet  to  thy  commands, 
And  truft  thy  pardoning  grace. 

Ver.  94,   112. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 

O  fave  thy  fervant,  Lord, 
Thou  art  my  fhield,  my  hiding  place  j 
My  hope  is  in  thy  word. 

Ver.   112. 

6  Thou  haft  inclin'd  this  heart  of  mine 

Thy  ftatutes  to  fulfil  : 
And  thus,  till  mortal  life  mall  end, 
Would  I  perform  thy  will. 

PSALM  CXIX.     Fourth  part. 

InJlruElion  fromfcripture. 

Ver.  9. 

1    TTOW  (hall  the  young  fecure  their  hearts, 
JLI  And  gtiard  their  lives  from  fin  ? 
Thy  word  the  choiceft  rules  imparts 
To  keep  the  confcience  clean. 


PSALMS.  309 


Ver.  130. 


2  When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind, 

It  fpreads  fuch  light  abroad. 
The  meaneft  fouls  inftru&ion  find, 
And  raife  their  thoughts  to  God. 

Ver.  105. 

3  'Tis  like  the  fun,  a  heavenly  light, 

That  guides  us  all  the  day ; 
And  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 

Ver.  99,  100. 

4  The  men  that  keep  thy  law  with  care, 

And  meditate  thy  word, 
Grow  wifer  than  their  teachers  are, 
And  better  know  the  Lord. 

Ver.   104,  113. 

5  Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wife ; 

I  hate  the  finner's  road : 
I  hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  that  rife, 
But  love  thy  law,  my  God. 

Ver.  89,  90,  91. 

6  [The  ftarry  heavens  thy  rule  obey, 

The  earth  maintains  her  place  ; 
And  thefe  thy  fervants  night  and  day, 
Thy  fkill  and  pow'r  exprefs. 


310  PSALMS. 

7  But  ftill  thy  law  and  gofpel,  Lord, 

Have  leflbns  more  divine : 
Not  earth  ftands  firmer  than  thy  word, 
Nor  ftars  fo  nobly  mine.] 

Ver.   100,   140,  9,  119. 

8  Thy  word  is  everlafting  truth, 

How  pure  is  ev'ry  page  L 
That  holy  book  fhall  guide  our  youth, 
And  well  fupport  our  age. 

PSALM  CXIX.     Fifth  part. 

Delight  in  fcripture  ;  or,  The  word  of  God  dwelling 
in  us. 

Ver.  97. 

1  f\  HOW  I  love  thy  holy  law  \ 
V^/     'Tis  daily  my  delight : 
And  thence  my  meditations  draw 

Divine  advice  by  night. 

Ver.   148. 

2  My  waking  eyes  prevent  the  day, 

To  meditate  thy  word  : 
My  foul  with  longing  melts  away 
To  hear  thy  gofpel,  Lord. 

Ver.  3,  13,  54. 

3  Thy  heav'nly  words  my  heart  engage  ! 

And  well  employ  my  tongue  ! 
And,  in  my  tirefome  pilgrimage, 
Yield  me  a  heav'nly  fong. 


PSALMS.  $a 


Ver.   19,  103. 


4?  Am  I  a  ftranger,  or  at  home, 
'Tis  my  perpetual  feaft  : 
Not  honey  dropping  from  the  comb 
So  much  allures  the  tafte. 

Ver.  72,   127. 

5  No  treafures  fo  enrich  the  mind  ; 

Nor  fhall  thy  word  be  fold 
For  loads  of  filver  well  refrVd, 
Nor  heaps  of  choicefh  gold. 

Ver.  28,  49,  175. 

6  When  nature  finks,  and  fpirits  droop, 

Thy  promifes  of  grace 
Are  pillars  to  fupport  my  hope, 
And  there  I  write  thy  praife. 

PSALM  CXIX.     Sixth  part. 

Holinefs  and  comfort  from  the  word, 
Ver.   128. 

1  T     ORD,  I  efteem  thy  judgments  right, 
1   j      And  all  thy  ftatutes  juft  ; 

Thence  I  maintain  a  conftant  fight 
With  every  nattering  luft. 

Ver.  97,  9.     . 

2  Thy  precepts  often  I  furvey  : 

I  keep  thy  law  in  fight, 
Through  all  the  bus'nefs  of  the  day, 
To  form  my  actions  right. 


SI2  PSALMS. 

Ver.  62. 

S  My  heart  in  midnight  filence  cries, 
"  How  fweet  thy  comforts  be  ! 
"  My  thoughts  in  holy  wonder  rife, 
«  And  bring  their  thanks  to  thee." 

Ver.   162. 

4  And  when  my  fpirit  drinks  her  fill 
At  fome  good  word  of  thine, 
Not  mighty  men  that  fhare  the  fpoil, 
Have  joys  compar'd  to  mine. 

PSALM  CXIX.     Seventh  part. 

ImperfeElion  of 'nature ',  and  perfeBion  offcripture* 

Ver.  96.  paraphrafed. 

1  T   ET  all  the  Heathen  writers  join 
1  a     To  form  one  perfect  book, 

Great  God,  if  once  compar'd  with  thine, 
How  mean  their  writings  look  ! 

2  Not  the  moft  perfect  rules  they  gave 

Could  mew  one  fin  forgiv'n, 

Nor  lead  a  ftep  beyond  the  grave ; 

But  thine  conduct  to  heav'n. 

3  Fve  feen  an  end  to  what  we  call 

Perfection  here  below ; 
How  fhort  the  pow'rs  of  nature  fall, 
And  can  no  farther  go. 


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*  Yet  men  would  fain  be  juft  with  God, 
By  works  their  hands  have  wrought; 
But  thy  commands,  exceeding  broad, 
Extend  to  every  thought. 

5  In  vain  we  boaft  perfection  here, 

While  fin  defiles  our  frame, 
And  finks  our  virtues  down  fo  far, 
They  fcarce  deferve  the  name. 

6  Our  faith  and  love,  and  every  grace, 

Fall  far  below  thy  word  ; 
But  perfect  truth  and  righteoufnefs 
Dwell  only  with  the  Lord. 

PSALM'  CXIX.     Eighth  part. 

The  excellency  and  variety  of  fcrvpture* 

Ver.   111.  Paraphrafed. 

T  "        ORD,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice, 
I  j      My  lading  heritage  ; 
There  fliall  my  nobleft  powers  rejoice, 
My  warmeit  thoughts  engage. 

2  I'll  read  the  hifl'ries  of  thy  love. 

And' keep  thy  laws  in  fight, 
While  through  the  promifes  I  rove. 
With  ever-frefh  delight. 

3  'Tis  a  broad  land  of  wealth  unknown., 

Where  fprings  of  life  arife, 
Seeds  of  immortal  blifs  are  known. 
And  hidden  glory  lies. 

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314  PSALMS. 

4  The  befl  relief  that  mourners  have,. 
It  makes  our  forrows  bleil ; 
Our  faireft  hope  beyond  the  grave, 
And  our  eternal,  reft. 

PSALM  CXIX.     Ninth  part. 

Defire  of  knowledge, 

Ver.  64,  68,   18. 

1  r"1TsHY  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord, 

JL      How  good  thy  works  appear  ! 
Open  my  eyes  to  read  thy  word, 
And  fee  thy  wonders  there. 

Ver.  73,   12p. 

2  My  heart  was  fafhion'd  by  thy  hand, 

My  fervice  is  thy  due, 
O  !  make  thy  fervant  underftand 
The  duties  I-  muft  do. 

Ver.   19.. 

3  Since  I'm  a  ftranger  here  below, 

Thy  path,  O  !   do  not  hide  ; 
But  mark  the  road  my  feet  fhould  go. 
And  be  my  conftant  guide. 

Ver.  26. 

4  When  I  confefs'd  my  wand'ring  ways, 

Thou  heard'ft  my  foul  complain  •, 
Grant  me  the  teachings  of  thy  grace,. 
Or  I  fhall  ftray  again. 


PSALMS.  315 

Ver.   33,  34. 

5  If  God  to  rwe  his  ftatutes  fhew. 
And  heav'nly  truth  impart  $ 
His  work  for  ever  FU  purfue, 
His  law  fhall  rule  my  heart. 

Ver.  50,  7L 

<J  This  was  my  comfort  when  I  bore 
Variety  of  grief ; 
It  made  me  learn  thy  word  the  more. 
And  fly  to  that  relief. 

Ver.  51. 

[7  In  vain  the  proud  deride  Me  now :, 
.  I'll  ne'er  forget  thy  law, 
Nor  let  that  hlerTed  gofpel  go, 
Whence  all  my  hopes  I  draw. 

Ver.  27,   171. 
3  When  I  have  learn'd  my  Father's  wift, 
I'll  teach  the  world  his  ways  •, 
My  thankful  lips  infpir'd  with  zeal, 
Shall  fing  aloud  his  praife.] 

PSALM  CXIX.     Tenth  part. 
Pleading  the  promifes. 

Ver.  38,  49. 

1   T>  EHOLD  thy  waiting  fervant*  Lord, 
J3     Devoted  to  thy  fear  ; 
Remember  and  confirm  thy  word, 
For  all  my  hopes  are  there 


>ib  PSALMS. 

Ver.  41,  53,  107. 

2  Haft  thou  not  fent  falvation  down, 

And  promis'd  quick'ning  grace  ? 
Doth  not  my  heart  addrefs  thy  throne  i 
And  yet  thy  love  delays. 

Ver.   123,  42. 

3  Mine  eyes  for  thy  falvation  fail ; 

O  bear  thy  fervant  up ; 
Nor  let  the  fcoffing  lips  prevail, 
Who  dare  reproach  my  hope. 

Ver.  49,  74. 

4  Didft  thou  not  raife  my  faith,  O  Lord  f 

Then  let  thy  truth  appear-: 
Saints  fhall  rejoice  in  my  reward, 
And  trufl  as  well  as  fear. 

PSALM  CXIX.     Eleventh  part. 

Breathing  after  holinefs. 
Ver.  5,  33. 

1  f^K  THAT  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 
\J     To  keep  his  ftatutes  ftill ! 

O  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
To  know  and  keep  his  will ! 

Ver.  29. 

2  O  fend  thy  fpirit  down  to  write 

Thy  law  upon  my  heart ! 
Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 
Nor  acT:  the  liar's  part. 


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Ver.  36,  37 


3  From  vanity  turn  off  my  eyes  ; 

Let  no  corrupt  defign, 
Nor  covetous  defires,  arife 
Within  this  foul  of  mine. 

Ver.   133. 

4  Order  my  footfleps  by  thy  word, 

And  make  my  heart  fincere  : 
Let  fin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
But  keep  my  conscience  clear. 

Ver.   176. 

5  My  foul  hath  gone  too  far  aftray, 

My  feet  too  often  flip ; 
Yet  fince  I  keep  in  mind  thy  way, 
Reftore  thy  wand'ring  fheep. 

Ver.  35. 

6  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands, 

'Tis  a  delightful  road  ; 
Nor  let  my  head,  or  heart,  or  hands, 
Offend  againft  my  God. 

PSALM  CXIX.     Twelfth  part. 

Breathing  after  comfort  and  deliverance. 

Ver.    153. 
1    *]\/TY  God,  confider  my  diftrefs, 
-LVX      Let  mercy  plead  my  caufe  ; 
Though  I  have  finn'd  againft  thy  grace, 
I  ne'er  forgot  thy  laws. 


318  PSALMS, 

Vcr.  39,  116. 

2  Forbid,  forbid  the  {harp  reproach, 

Which  I  fo  juftly  fear  ; 
Uphold  my  life,  uphold  my  hopes, 
Nor  let  my  fhame  appear. 

Ver.    122,   135. 

3  Be  thou  a  furety,  Lord,  for  me, 

Nor  let  the  proud  opprefs ; 
But  make  thy  waiting  fervant  fee 
The  minings  of  thy  face. 

Ver.  81. 

4  My  eyes  with  expectation  fail, 

My  heart  within  me  cries, 
"  When  will  the  Lord  his  truth  fulfil, 
"  And  bid  my  comforts  rife  ?" 

Ver.    152. 

5  Look  down  upon  my  forrows,  Lord, 

And  fhow  thy  grace  the  fame, 
Thy  tender  mercies  (till  afford 
To  thofe  that  love  thy  name. 

PSALM  CXIX.     Thirteenth  part. 

Holy  fear,  and  tendernefs  of  confcience* 

Ver.   10. 

1   X  XTITH   my  whole  heart  I've  fought  thy 

O  let  me  never  (tray 
From  thy  commands,  O  God  of  grace, 
Nor  tread  the  finner's  wav. 


PSALMS.  319 


Ver.   12. 


2  Thy  ward  I've  plac'd  within  my  heart. 
To  keep  my  confcience  clean. 

And  be  an  everlafting  guard 
For  ev*ry  riling  fin. 

Ver.  63,  53,  158. 

3  I'm  a  companion  of  the  faints, 
Who  fear  and  love  the  Lord ; 

My  forrows  rife,  my  nature  faints, 
When  men  tranfgrefs  thy  word* 

Ver.   161,   163. 

4?  While  fmners  do  thy  gofpel  wrong,. 

My  fpirit  (lands  in  awe  ; 
My  foul  abhors  a  lying  tongue, 

But  loves  thy  righteous  law. 

Ver.   161,   120. 

.5  My  heart  with  facred  rev'rence  hears 
The  threat'nings  of  thy  word  j 

My  flefh  with  holy  trembling  fears 
The  judgments  of  the  Lord. 

Ver.   166,  174,. 

6  My  God,  I  long,  I  hope,  I  wait, 
For  thy  falvation  ft  ill ; 
While  thy  whole  law  is  my  delight,. 
And  I  obey  thy  will. 


320  PSALMS, 

PSALM  CX3X.     Fourteenth  part. 
Benefit  of  affliEitions,  andfupport  under  then; 

Ver.   153,  81,  82. 

1  CONSIDER  all  my  forrows,  Lord, 
\^y      And  thy  deliv' ranee  fend  •, 

My  foul  for  thy  falvation  faints, 
When  will  my  troubles  end  ? 

Ver.  71. 

2  Yet  I  have  found  'tis  good  for  me 

To  bear  my  father's  rod : 
Afflictions  make  me  learn  thy  law, 
And  live  upon  my  God, 

Ver.  50. 

3  This  is  the  comfort  I  enjoy, 

When  new  diftrefs  begins, 
I  read  thy  word,  I  run  thy  way, 
And  hate  my  former  fins. 

Ver.  92. 

fc  Had  not  thy  word  been  my  delight 
When  earthly  joys  were  fled, 
My  foul  opprefs'd  with  forrow's  weight 
Had  funk  amongft  the  dead. 

Ver.  75. 

9  I  know  thy  judgments.  Lord,  are  right, 
Though  they  may  feem  fevere  ; 
The  fharpeft  fufr'rings  I  endure 
Flow  from  thv  faithful  care. 


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Ver.  67. 
6  Before  I  knew  thy  chaft'ning  rod 
My  feet  were  apt  to  ftray  ; 
But  now  I  learn  to  keep  thy  word, 
Nor  wander  from  thy  way. 

PSALM  CXIX.     Fifteenth  part. 
Holy  refolutionsm 
Ver.  93. 

1  /^V  THAT  thy  ftatutes  ev'ry  hour 
\J  Might  dwell  upon  my  mind  ! 
Thence  I  derive  a  quick'ning  pow'r, 

And  daily  peace  I  find. 

Ver.   15,  16, 

2  To  meditate  thy  precepts,  Lord, 

Shall  be  my  fweet  employ  *, 
My  foul  fhall  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
Thy  word  is  all  my  joy. 

Ver.  32. 

3  How  would  I  run  in  thy  commands, 

If  thou  my  heart  difcharge, 
From  fin  and  Satan's  hateful  chains, 
And  fet  my  feet  at  large  ? 

Ver.   13,  46. 

4  My  lips  with  courage  fhall  declare 

Thy  ftatutes  and  thy  name, 
Pll  fpeak  thy  word  though  kings  fhould  hear. 
Nor  yield  to  finful  fhame. 
Ss 


322  PSALMS. 

Ver.  61,  &9,  70. 

5  Let  bands  of  perfecutors  rife 

To  rob  me  of  my  right, 
Let  pride  and  malice  forge  their  lies> 
Thy  law  is  my  delight. 

Ver.   115. 

6  Depart  from  me,  ye  wicked  race, 

Whofe  hands  and  hearts  are  ill : 
I  love  my  God,  I  love  his  ways, 
And  muft  obey  his  will. 

PSALM  CXIX.     Sixteenth  part. 
A  prayer  for  quickening  grace, 

Ver.  25,  37. 

3    ~\/T  Y  foul  lies  cleaving  to  the  duft  •, 
JLVX     Lord,  give  me  life  divine  *, 
From  vain  defires,  and  ev'ry  lull, 
Turn  off  thefe  eyes  of  mine. 

2  I  need  the  influence  of  thy  grace 

To  fpeed  me  in  thy  way, 
Left  I  mould  loiter  in  my  race, 
Or  turn  my  feet  aftray, 

Ver.   107. 

3  When  fore  afflictions  prefs  me  down, 

I  need  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs ; 
Thy  word,  that  I  have  refted  on, 
Shall  help  my  heavieft  hours. 


PSALMS.  323 

Ver.   156,  40. 

4  Are  not  thy  mercies  fov'reign  Hill, 
And  thou  a  faithful  God  ? 
Wilt  thou  not  grant  me  warmer  zeal 
To  run  the  heav'nly  road  ? 

Ver.  159,  40. 
°  Does  not  my  heart  thy  precepts  love, 
And  long  to  fee  thy  face  ? 
And  yet  how  flow  my  fpirits  move 
Without  enliv'ning  grace ! 

Ver.  93. 

6  Then  (hall  I  love  thy  gofpel  more, 
And  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
When  I  have  felt  its  quick'ning  pow'r 
To  draw  me  near  the  Lord. 

PSALM  CXIX.    Seventeenth  part.  Long  Metre. 

Grace  Jhining  in  difficulties  and  trials. 

Ver.   143,  28. 

1  "TXT HEN  pain  and  anguifh  feize  me,  Lord, 

V  V       All  my  fupport  is  from  thy  word ; 
My  foul  diflblves  for  heavinefs ; 
Uphold  me  with  thy  ftrength'ning  grace. 

Ver.  51,  69,  110. 

2  Thd  proud  have  fram'd  their  feoffs  and  lies, 
They  watch  my  feet  with  envious  eyes, 
They  tempt  my  foul  to  fnares  and  fin ; 
Yet  thy  commands  I  ne'er  decline. 


ti2l  PSALMS. 

Ver.   161,  78. 
3  They  hate  me,  Lord,  without  a  caufe, 
They  hate  to  fee  me  love  thy  laws  ; 
But  I  will  truft  and  fear  thy  name, 
Till  pride  and  malice  die  with  fhame. 

PSALM  CXIX.     Laft  part. 

SanBjfied  affliEiions ;  or,  Delight  in  the  word  of  Gcd. 

Ver.  67,  50. 
ATHER,  I  blefs  thy  gentle  hand  ; 


F 


How  kind  was  thy  chaitifing  rod, 
That  forc'd  my  confcience  to  a  fland, 

And  brought  my  wand'ring  foul  to  God  \ 

2  Foolim  and  vain,  I  went  aftray, 
Ere  I  had  felt  thy  fcourges,  Lord, 

I  left  my  guide,  and  loft  my  way  : 
But  now  I  love  and  keep  thy  word. 

Ver.  71. 

3  'Tis  good  for  me  to  wear  the  yoke, 
For  pride  is  apt  to  rife  and  fwell ; 

Tis  good  to  bear  my  father's  flroke, 
That  I  might  learn  his  ftatutes  welL 

Ver.  72. 

4  The  law  that  iflues  from  thy  mouth 
Shall  raife  my  cheerful  paflions  more 

Than  all  the  treafures  of  the  fouth, 
Or  richeft  hills  of  golden  ore. 


PSALMS.  325 

Ver.  73. 

5  Thy  hands  have  made  my  mortal  frame, 
Thy  fpirit  form'd  my  foul  within': 

Teach  me  to  know  thy  wondrous  name, 
And  guard  me  fafe  from  death  and  fin. 

Ver.  7*. 

6  Then  all  that  love  and  fear  the  Lord 
At  my  falvation  fhall  rejoice ; 

For  I  have  trufted  in  thy  word, 

And  made  thy  grace  my  only  choice. 

PSALM  CXX.     Common  Metre. 

Complaint  of  quarrelfome  neighbours  ;  or,  A  devout 
w'i/Jj  for  peace. 

1  npHOU  God  of  love,  thou  ever-bleft, 

X        Pity  my  fufPring  ftate  ; 
When  wilt  thou  fet  my  foul  at  reft, 
From  lips  that  love  deceit  ? 

2  Hard  lot  of  mine  !  My  days  are  caft 

Among  the  fons  of  ftrife, 
Whofe  never-ceafing  quarrels  wafte 
My  golden  hours  of  life. 

3  Oh  might  I  fly  to  change  my  place, 

How  would  I  choofe  to  dwell 

In  fome  wide  lonefome  wildernefs, 

And  leave  thefe  gates  of  hell ! 

4  Peace  is  the  bleffing  that  I  feek, 

How  lovely  are  its  charms  ! 
I  am  for  peace  ;  but  when  I  fpeak, 
They  all  declare  for  arms. 


326  PSALMS. 

5  New  pamons  ftill  their  fouls  engage, 

And  keep  their  malice  ftrong  : 
"What  mould  be  done  to  curb  thy  rage, 
O  thou  devouring  tongue  ! 

6  Should  burning  arrows  fmite  thee  through 

Strict  juftice  would  approve  ; 
But  I  would  rather  fpare  my  foe, 
And  melt  his  heart  with  love. 

PSALM  CXXI.     Long  Metre. 
Divine  proteEiion. 

1  T  TP  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes, 

U      Th'  eternal  hills  beyond  the  fkies ; 
Thence  all  her  help  my  foul  derives  ; 
There  my  almighty  refuge  lives. 

2  He  lives ;  the  everlafting  God, 

That  built  the  world,  that  fpread  the  flood  ; 
The  heav'ns,  with  all  their  hoft,  he  made, 
And  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead. 

3  He  guides  our  feet,  he  guards  our  way  ; 
His  morning  fmiles  adorn  the  day : 

He  fpreads  the  ev'ning  veil,  and  keeps 
The  filent  hours  while  Ifrael  fleeps. 

4  Ifrael,  a  name  divinely  bleft, 
May  rife  fecure,  fecurely  reft  ; 
Thy  holy  guardian's  wakeful  eyes 
Admit  no  (lumber,  nor  furprife. 


PSALMS*  327 

5  No  fun  fliall  fmite  thy  head  by  day, 
Nor  the  pale  moon  with  fickly  ray 
Shall  blaft  thy  couch  ;  no  baleful  ftar 
Darts  his  malignant  fire  fo  far. 

6  Should  earth  and  hell  with  malice  burn, 
Still  thou  ihalt  go,  and  ftill  return  : 
Safe  in  the  Lord  !  his  heav'nly  care 
Defends  thy  life  from  every  fnare. 

7  On  thee  foul  fpirits  have  no  power ; 
And  in  thy  laft  departing  hour 
Angels,  that  trace  the  airy  road, 
Shall  bear  thee  homeward  to  thy  God. 

PSALM  CXXI.     Common  Metre. 
Prefervation  by  day  and  night, 

1  rTP  O  heav'n  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes, 

A       There  all  my  hopes  are  laid ; 
The  Lord  that  built  the  earth  and  fkies 
Is  my  perpetual  aid. 

2  Their  ftedfaft  feet  (hall  never  fall, 

"Whom  he  defigns  to  keep  ; 
His  ear  attends  the  fofteft  call ; 
His  eyes  can  never  fleep. 

S  He  will  fuftain  our  weaken:  powers 
"With  his  almighty  arm, 
And  watch  our  moft  unguarded  hours 
Againft  furprifing  harm. 


328  PSALMS. 

4  Ifrael  rejoice,  and  reft  fecure, 

Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord  : 
His  wakeful  eyes  employ  his  power 
For  thine  eternal  guard. 

5  Nor  fcorching  fun,  nor  fickly  moon, 

Shall  have  its  leave  to  fmite  : 
He  fhields  thy  head  from  burning  noon, 
From  blading  damps  at  night. 

6  He  guards  thy  foul,  he  keeps  thy  breath, 

Where  thickeft  dangers  come  : 
Go,  and  return,  fecure  from  death, 
'Till  God  commands  thee  home. 

PSALM  CXXI.    As  the  148th  Pfalm. 

God  our  preferver. 

1  T  TPWARD  I  lift  mine  eyes, 

U      From  God  is  all  my  aid  ; 
The  God  that  built  the  fkies, 
And  earth  and  nature  made ; 
God  is  the  tower 
To  which  I  fly  : 
His  grace  is  nigh 
In  every  hour. 

2  My  feet  mail  never  Aide, 

And  fall  in  fatal  fnares, 
Since  God  my  guard  and  guide, 
Defends  me  from  my  fears. 
Thofe  wakeful  eyes, 
That  never  fleep, 
Shall  Ifrael  keep, 
When  dangers  rife. 


PSALMS.  329 

3  No  burning  heats  by  day. 

Nor  blafts  of  evening  air, 
Shall  take  my  health  away, 
If  God  be  with  me  there : 
Thou  art  my  fun, 
And  thou  my  fhade, 
To  guard  my  head 
By  night  or  noon. 

4?  Haft  thou  not  given  thy  word 

To  fave  my  foul  from  death  ? 
And  I  can  truft  my  Lord 
To  keep  my  mortal  breath  ; 
I'll  go  and  come, 
Nor  fear  to  die, 
Till  from  on  high 
Thou  call  me  home. 

PSALM  CXXII.     Common  Metre. 
Going  to  church. 

1  T  TOW  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 
XjL     My  friends  devoutly  fay, 

"  In  Zion  let  us  all  appear, 
"  And  keep  the  folemn  day." 

2  I  love  the  gates,  I  love  the  road  ; 

The  church  adorn'd  with  grace, 
Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God, 
To  fhew  his  milder  face. 

Tt 


330  PSALMS. 

3  Up  to  her  courts,  with  joy  unknown, 
The  holy  tribes  repair ; 
The  fon  of  David  holds  his  throne, 
And  fits  in  judgment  there. 

i  He  hears  our  praifes  and  complaints  ; 
And,  while  his  awful  voice 
Divides  the  finners  from  the  faints, 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

5  Peace  be  within  this  facred  place, 

And  joy  a  conftant  gueft  ! 
With  holy  gifts  and  heavenly  grace 
Be  her  attendants  bleft  ! 

6  My  foul  fhall  pray  for  Zion  ft  ill, 

While  life  or  breath  remains  *, 
There  my  beft  friends,  my  kindred  dwell,. 
There  God  my  Saviour  reigns. 

PSALM  CXXII.     Proper  Tune. 

Going  to  church. 

OW  pleas'd  and  bleft  was  I, 
To  hear  the  people  cry, 
"  Come,  let  us  feek  our  God  to  day  !" 
Yes — with  a  cheerful  zeal 
We  hafte  to  Zion's  hill, 
And  there  our  vows  and  honours  pay. 

2  Zion,  thrice  happy  place, 
Adorn'd  with  wondrous  grace, 

And  walls  of  ftrength  embrace  thee  round  \ 
In  thee  our  tribes  appear 
To  pray,  and  praife,  and  hear  *» 

The  facred  gofpel's  joyful  found. 


PSALMS. 

3  There  David's  greater  fon 
Has  fix'd  his  royal  throne, 
He  fits  for  grace  and  judgment  there  s 

He  bids  the  faints  be  glad, 

He  makes  the  finner  fad, 
And  humble  fouls  rejoice  with  fear. 

4>  May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 
And  joy  within  thee  wait 
To  blefs  the  foul  of  every  gueft  : 

The  man  that  feeks  thy  peace, 

And  wifhes  thine  increafe, 
A  thoufand  blefiings  on  him  reft  ! 

5  My  tongue  repeats  her  vows, 
"  Peace  to  this  facred  houfe  i 
"  For  here  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell; 
"  And  fmce  my  glorious  God 
"  Makes  thee  his  bleft  abode, 
<£  My  foul  mall  ever  love  thee  well." 

Repeat  the  ^thjlanza  to  complete  the  tunc 


PSALM  CXXIII.     Common  Metre. 

Pleading  with  fubmi[fwn, 

THOU  whofe  grace  and  juilice  reig; 
Enthron'd  above  the  Ikies, 
To  thee  our  hearts  would  tell  their  pain, 
To  thee  we  lift  our  eyes. 


o 


As  fervants  watch  their  mafter's  hand, 
And  fear  the  angry  ftroke ; 

Or  maids  before  their  miftrefs  Hand, 
And  wait  a  peaceful  look ; 


332  PSALMS. 

3  So  for  our  fins,  we  juftly  feel 
Thy  difcipline,  O  God  ; 

Yet  wait  the  gracious  moment  ftill, 
'Till  thou  remove  the  rod. 

4  Thofe  that  in  wealth  and  pleafure  live 
Our  daily  groans  deride, 

And  thy  delays  of  mercy  give 
Frefh  courage  to  their  pride. 

5  Our  foes  infult  us,  but  our  hope 
In  thy  compamon  lies  ; 

This  thought  fhall  bear  our  fpirits  up, 
That  God  will  not  defpife. 

PSALM  CXXIV.     Common  Metre. 

God  gives  viBory. 

1  TT  AD  not  the  God  of  truth  and  love, 
JL~1     When  hofts  againft  us  rofe, 

Difplay'd  his  vengeance  from  above, 
And  crufh'd  the  conquering  foes, 

2  Their  armies,  like  a  raging  flood, 
Had  fwept  the  guardlefs  land, 

Deftroy'd  on  earth  his  blefs'd  abode, 
And  'whelm'd  our  feeble  band. 

3  But  fafe  beneath  his  fpreading  fhield 
His  fons  fecurely  reft, 

Defy  the  dangers  of  the  field, 
And  bare  the  fearlefs  bread. 


PSALMS. 

4?  And  now  our  fouls  fhall  blefs  the  Lord, 

Who  broke  the  deadly  fnare : 
Who  fav'd  us  from  the  murdering  fword, 

And  made  our  lives  his  care. 

5  Our  help  is  in  Jehovah's  name, 
Who  form'd  the  heavens  above  : 

He  that  fupports  their  wondrous  frame, 
Can  guard  his  church  by  love. 

PSALM  CXXV.     Common  Metre. 
The  faint's  trial  andfafety. 

1  T  TNSHAKEN  as  the  facred  hill, 

\^J    And  firm  as  mountains  (land, 
Firm,  as  a  rock,  the  foul  fhall  reft 
That  trufts  th'  almighty  hand. 

2  Not  walls  nor  hills  could  guard  fo  well 

Old  Salem's  happy  ground, 
As  thofe  eternal  arms  of  love, 
That  every  faint  furround. 

3  While  tyrants  are  a  fmarting  fcourge, 

To  drive  them  near  to  God, 
Divine  compamon  will  afluage 
The  fury  of  the  Lord. 

4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  fouls  fincere, 

And  lead  them  fafely  on 
.  To  the  bright  gates  of  paradife, 
Where  Chrift  their  Lord  is  gone. 


gfft  PSALMS. 

5  But  if  we  trace  thofe  crooked  ways 
That  the  old  ferpent  drew, 
The  wrath  that  drove  him  firft  to  hell 
Shall  fmite  his  foll'wers  too, 

PSALM  CXXV.     Short  Metre. 
The  fa'mts  trial  and  fafety 4  or,  Moderated  .afflictions. 


F 


IRM  and  unmov'd  are  they 
That  reft  their  fouls  on  God  : 
Firm  as  the  mount  where  David  dwelt. 
Or  where  the  ark  abode. 


2  As  mountains  flood  to  guard 

The  city's  facred  ground, 
So  God  and  his  almighty  love 
Embrace  his  faints  around. 

3  What  though  the  Father's  rod 

Drop  a  chaftifing  ftroke, 
Yet,  left  it  wound  their  fouls  too  deep, 
Its  fury  (hall  be  broke. 

*  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  thofe 
Whofe  faith  and  pious  fear, 
Whofe  hope  and  love,  and  every  grace, 
Proclaim  their  hearts  fincere. 

&  Nor  fhall  the  tyrant's  rage 

Too  long  opprefs  the  faint ; 
The  God  of  Ifrael  will  fupport 
His  children,  left  they  faint. 


PSALMS.  353 

6  But  if  our  flavifh  fear 

Will  choofe  the  road  to  hell,s? 
We  mufl  expect  our  portion  there, 
Where  bolder  fmners  dwell. 

PSALM  CXXVI.     Long  Metre. 
Surprijtng  deliverance. 

1  "\7[7*HEN  God  reftor,(1  our  captive  ftate, 

V  V     Joy  was  our  fong,  and  grace  our  theme  -r 
The  grace  beyond  our  hopes. fo  great, 
That  joy  appear'd  a  pleafing  dream. 

2  The  fcoffer  owns  thy  hand,  and  pays 
Unwilling  honours  to  thy  name  ; 

While  we  with  pleafure  fhout  thy  praife, 
With  cheerful  notes  thy  love  proclaim. 

3  When  we  review  our  difmal  fears, 
'Twas  hard  to  think  they'll  vanifli  fo  ; 

With  God  we  left  our  flowing  tears, 
He  makes  our  joys  like  rivers  flow. 

4  The  man  that  in  his  furrow'd  field, 
His  fcattered  feed  with  fadnefs  leaves, 

Will  fhout  to  fee  the  harveft  yield 
A  welcome  load  of  joyful  fheaves. 

PSALM  CXXVL     Common  Metre. ' 
The  joy  of  a  remarkable  converfion  ;   or,  Melancholy 

removed. 
i    ^TTTTHEN  God  reveaPd  his  gracious  name ; 

VV       And  chang'd  my  mournful  ft  ate, 
My  rapture  feem'd  a  pleafing  dream, 
The  grace  appear'd  fo  great, 


984  PSALMS. 

2  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change, 
And  did  thy  frand  confefs ; 

My  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  drains, 
And  fung  furprifing  grace. 

3  "  Great  is  the  work,"  my  neighbours  cry'd, 
And  own'd  the  power  divine  : 

"  Great  is  the  work,"  my  heart  reply'd, 
"  And  be  the  glory  thine." 

4*  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkeft  fkies. 

Can  give  us  day  for  night : 
Make  drops  of  facred  forrow  rife 

To  rivers  of  delight. 

5  Let  thofe  that  fow  in  fadnefs  wait 
Till  the  fair  harvefl  come, 

They  fhall  confefs  their  (heaves  are  great 
And  fhout  the  bleflings  home. 

6  Though  feed  lie  buried  long  in  duft. 
It  fha'n't  deceive  their  hope  ! 

The  precious  grain  can  ne*er  be  loft. 
For  grace  infures  the  crop. 

PSALM  CXXVII.     Long  Metre. 

The  hlefftng  of  God  on  the  hufmefs  and  comforts  of 
life. 

1    T  F  God  fucceed  not,  all  the  coft 

Jl      And  pains  to  build  the  houfe  are  loft  ; 

If  God  the  city  will  not  keep, 

The  watchful  guards  as  well  may  fleep. 


PSALMS.  $# 

2  What  though  we  rife  before  the  fun, 
And  work  and  toil  when  day  is  done, 
Careful  and  fparing  eat  our  bread, 
To  fhun  that  poverty  we  dread. 

3  Tis  all  in  vain,  till  God  hath  bleft ; 
He  can  make  rich,  yet  give  us  reft  : 
On  God,  our  fovereign,  ftill  depends 
Our  joy  in  children  and  in  friends. 

4  Happy  the  man  to  whom  he  fends 
Obedient  children,  faithful  friends : 
How  fweet  our  daily  comforts  prove 
When  they  are  feafon'd  with  his  love  ! 

PSALM  CXXVII.     Common  Metre. 
God  all  in  all. 

1  TF  God  to  build  the  houfe  deny, 

The  builders  work  in  vain  ; 
And  towns  without  his  wakeful  eye, 
An  ufelefs  watch  maintain. 

2  Before  the  morning  beams  arife, 
Your  painful  work  renew, 

And  till  the  ftars  afcend  the  Ikies  , 
Your  tirefome  toil  purfue. 

3  Short  be  your  fleep,  and  coarfe  your  fare  ; 
In  vain,  till  God  has  bleft  ; 

But  if  his  fmiles  attend  your  care, 
You  (hall  have  food  and  reft. 

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$38  Psalms. 

4  Nor  children,  relatives,  nor  friends, 

Shall  real  bleffings  prove, 
Nor  all  the  earthly  joys  he  fends, 

If  fent  without  his  love. 

PSALM  CXXVIII.     Common  Metre. 
Family  blcjfings. 

1  /~\  HAPPY  man,  whofe  foul  is  fill'd 
\^J     With  zeal  and  rev'rend  awe  ! 

His  lips  to  God  their  honours  yield, 
His  life  adorns  the  law. 

2  A  careful  providence  Ihall  ftand 
And  ever  guard  thy  head, 

Shall  on  the  labours  of  thy  hand 
Its  kindly  bleffings  ihed. 

3  Thy  wife  fhall  be  a  fruitful  vine  ; 
Thy  children,  round  thy  board, 

Each  like  a  plant  of  honour  mine, 
And  learn  to  fear  the  Lord. 

4  The  Lord  (hall  thy  beft  hopes  fulfil 
For  months  and  years  to  come ; 

The  Lord  who  dwells  in  Zion's  hill 
Shall  fend  thee  bleffings  home. 

5  This  is  the  man  whofe  happy  eyes 
Shall  fee  his  houfe  increafe, 

Shall  fee  the  finking  church  arife, 
Then  leave  the  world  in  peace. 


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PSALMS.  339 

PSALM  CXXIX.     Common  Metre. 
Perfecutors  punijhed. 

1  T  TP  from  my  youth,  may  Ifrael  fay, 
U      Have  I  been  nurs'd  in  tears  j 

My  griefs  were  conftant  as  the  day, 
And  tedious  as  the  years. 

2  Up  from  my  youth  I  bore  the  rage 
Of  all  the  fons  of  ftrife  : 

Oft  they  aflail'd  my  riper  age, 
But  God  preferv'd  my  life. 

3  O'er  all  my  frame  their  cruel  dart 
Its  painful  wounds  imprefs'd  ; 

Hourly  they  vex'd  my  fainting  heart, 
Nor  let  my  forrows  reft. 

4  The  Lord  grew  angry  on  his  throne, 
And,  with  impartial  eye, 

Meafur'd  the  mifchiefs  they  had  done, 
Then  let  his  arrows  fly. 

5  How  was  their  infolence  furpris'd, 
To  hear  his  thunders  roll ! 

And  all  the  foes  of  Zion  feiz'd 
With  horror  to  the  foul. 

6  Thus  fhall  the  men  that  hate  the  faints  :" 
Be  blafted  from  the  fky  : 

Their  glory  fades,  their  courage  faints,  .  * 

And  all  their  profpects  die.  -  i 


340  PSALMS. 

[7  What  though  they  flourifh  tall  and  fair, 

They  have  no  root  beneath ; 
Their  growth  (hall  perifh  in  defpair, 

And  lie  defpis'd  in  death.] 

[8  So  corn  that  on  the  houfe-top  (lands, 

No  hope  of  harveft  gives  ; 
The  reaper  ne'er  mall  fill  his  hands, 

Nor  binder  fold  the  fheaves.] 

PSALM  CXXX.     Common  Metre. 
Pardoning  grace. 

1  /^\UT  of  the  deeps  of  long  diftrefs, 
V^/     The  borders  of  defpair, 

I  fent  my  cries  to  feek  thy  grace, 
My  groans  to  move  thine  ear. 

2  Great  God,  fhould  thy  feverer  eye, 

And  thine  impartial  hand, 
Mark  and  revenge  iniquity, 
No  mortal  flefh  could  ftand. 

3  But  there  are  pardons  with  my  God 

For  crimes  of  high  degree  : 
Thy  Son  has  bought  them  with  his  blood 
To  draw  us  near  to  thee. 

4  [I  wait  for  thy  falvation,  Lord, 

With  ftrong  de fires  I  wait : 
My  foul,  invited  by  thy  word, 
Stands  watching  at  thy  gate.] 


PSALMS.  341 

3  [Juft  as  the  guards  that  keep  the  night 
Long  fcr  the  morning  fkies, 
Watch  the  firft  beams  of  breaking  light, 
And  meet  them  with  their  eyes ; 

6  So  waits  my  foul  to  fee  thy  grace, 

And,  more  intent  than  they, 
Meets  the  firft  openings  of  thy  face, 
And  finds  a  brighter  day.] 

7  Then  in  the  Lord  let  Ifrael  truft, 

Let  Ifrael  feek  his  face ; 
The  Lord  is  good  as  well  as  juft, 
And  plenteous  in  his  grace. 

8  There's  full  redemption  at  his  throne 

For,  finners  long  enflav'd  ; 
The  great  Redeemer  is  his  Son  : 
And  Ifrael  fliall  be  fav'd. 

PSALM  CXXX.     Long  Metre. 
Pardoning  grace, 

1  T^ROM  deep  diftrefs  and  troubled  thoughts, 
X/       To  thee,  my  God,  I  rais'd  my  cries : 
If  thou  feverely  mark  our  faults, 

No  flefh  can  ftand  before  thine  eyes. 

2  But  thou  haft  built  thy  throne  of  grace 
Free  to  difpenfe  thy  pardons  there, 
That  finners  may  approach  thy  face, 
And  hope,  and  love,  as  well  as  fear. 


342  PSALMS. 

3  As  the  benighted  pilgrims  wait, 

And  long  and  wifh  for  breaking  day — 
So  waits  my  foul  before  thy  gate  ; 
When  will  my  God  his  face  difplay  ! 

4  My  truft  is  fiVd  upon  thy  word, 
Nor  fhall  I  truft  thy  word  in  vain : 
Let  mourning  fouls  addrefs  the  Lord, 
And  find  relief  from  all  their  pain. 

5  Great  is  his  love,  and  large  his  grace, 
Through  the  redemption  of  his  Son  : 
He  turns  our  feet  from  finful  ways, 
And  pardons  what  our  hands  have  done. 

PSALM  CXXXI.     Common  Metre. 
Humility  and  fubmiffion. 

1  T  S  there  ambition  in  my  heart ! 

A     Search,  gracious  God,  and  fee; 
Or  do  I  acl:  a  haughty  part  ? 
Lord,  I  appeal  to  thee. 

2  I  charge  my  thoughts,  be  humble  (till, 

And  all  my  carriage  mildj- 
Content,  my  Father,  with  thy  will, 
And  peaceful  as  a  child. 

3  The  patient  foul,  the  lowly  mind, 

Shall  have  a  large  reward  ; 

Let  faints  m  forrow  lie  refign'd, 

And  truft  a  faithful  Lord. 


PSALMS.  343 


PSALM  CXXXII.  ver.  5,  IS,— 18.  Long  Metre. 

At  the  fettlement  of  a  church  ;  or,   The  ordination  of 
a  minifler, 

1  T  75  THERE  fhail  we  go  to.feek  and  find 

V  V       An  habitation  for  our  God, 
A  dwelling  for  th'  eternal  mind 

Among  die  fons  of  flefh  and  blood  ? 

2  The  God  of  Jacob  chofe  the  hill 
Of  Zion  for  his  ancient  reft  j 

And  Zion  is  his  dwelling  ftill, 

His  church  is  with  his  prefence  blefs'd. 

3  a  Here  I  will  fix  my  gracious  throne, 
"  And  reign  for  ever,"  faith  the  Lord ; 

«  Here  fhall  my  pow'r  and  love  be  known, 
«  And  bleffings  fhall  attend  my  word. 

4  «  Here  will  I  meet  the  hungry  poor, 

"  And  fill  their  fouls  with  living  bread  mt 
w  Sinners,  that  wait  before  my  door, 
"  With  fweet  provifions  fhall  be  fed. 

5  «  Girded  with  truth,  and  cloth'd.with  grace, 
«  My  priefts,  my  miniflers  fhall  fhine : 

«  Not  Aaron,  in  his  coftly  drefs, 
"  Appears  fo  glorious  and  divine. 

6  u  The  faints  unable  to  contain 

"  Their  inward  joys,  fhall  fhout  and  fing ; 
I  k  The  Son  of  David  here  fhall  reign, 
«  And  Zion  triumph  in  her  King." 


3U  PSALMS. 

£7  Jefus  fhall  fee  a  num'rous  feed 

Born  here,  t'  uphold  his  glorious  name  -, 

His  crown  fhall  flourifh  on  his  head, 

While  all  his  foes  are  cloth'd  with  fiiame.] 

PSALM  CXXXII.  ver.  4,  .5,  7,  S,   15,-1 
Common  Metre. 

A  church  ejlablifoed. 

[1    ^TO  fleep  nor  (lumber  to  his  eyes 
L^l      Good  David  would  afford, 
Till  he  had  found  below  the  fkies 
A- dwelling  for  die  Lord. 

2  The  Lord  in  Zion  plac'd  his  name, 

His  ark  was  fettled  there : 
And  there  th*  afTembled  nation  came 
To  worfhip  thrice  a  year. 

3  We  trace  no  more  thofe  toilfome  ways, 

Nor  wander  far  abroad  5 
Where'er  thy  people  meet  for  praife, 
There  is  a  houfe  for  God.] 

PAUSE. 

4  Arife,  O  King  of  grace,  arife, 

And  enter  to  thy  reft, 
Lo  !  thy  church  waits  with  longing  eyes, 
Thus  to  be  own'd  and  blefs'd. 

5  Enter  with  all  thy  glorious  train, 

Thy  Spirit  and  thy  word  •, 
All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain 
Could  no  fuch  grace  afford. 


PSALMS.  345 

G  Here,  mighty  God,  accept  our  vows, 
Here  let  thy  praife  be  fpread  ; 
Blefs  the  provifiorrs  of  thy  houfe, 
And  fill  thy  poor  with  bread. 

7  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign, 

Let  God's  anointed  fhine  ; 
Juftice  and  truth  his  court  maintain, 
With  love  and  power  divine. 

8  Here  let  him  hold  a  lafting  throne ; 

And  as  his  kingdom  grows, 
Frefh  honours  fhall  adorn  his  crown, 
And  fhame  confound  his  foes. 

PSALM  CXXXIII.     Common  Metre. 
Brotherly  love. 

1  O  !  what  an  entertaining  fight 

1  j     Thefe  friendly  brethren  prove, 
Whofe  cheerful  hearts  in  bands  unite 
Of  harmony  and  love. 

2  "Where  ftreams  of  blifs  from  Chrifl:  the  fpring 
Defcend  to  ev'ry  foul, 

And  heav'nly  peace  with  balmy  wing 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole  : 

3  'Tis  like  the  oil  divinely  fweet 
On  Aaron's  rev'rend  head, 

The  trickling  drops  perfum'd  his  feet. 
And  o'er  his  garments  fpread. 

Xx 


3*6  PSALMS. 

4  Tis  pleafant  as  the  morning  dews 

That  fall  on  Zion's  hill, 
Where  God  his  mildeft  glory  (hews, 

And  makes  his  grace  diftil. 


PSALM  CXXXIII.     Short  Metre. 

Communion  of  faints ;  or,  Love  and  vuorfhip  in  a 
family. 

1    T)  LESS'D  are  the  fons  of  peace, 
JD     Whofe  hearts  and  hopes  are  one, 

Whofe  kind  defigns  to  ferve  and  pleafe 
Through  all  their  actions  run. 


2  Blefs'd  is  the  pious  houfe 
Where  zeal  and  friendfhip  meet, 

Their  fongs  of  praife,  their  mingled  vows, 
Make  their  communion  fweet. 

3  Thus,  when  on  Aaron's  head 
They  pour'd  the  rich  perfume, 

The  oil  through  all  his  raiment  fpread, 
And  pleafure  fill'd  the  room. 


4  Thus  on  the  heav'nly  hills 
The  faints  are  blefs'd  above, 

Where  joy,  like  morning  dew,  diftils, 
And  all  the  air  is  love. 


PSALMS.  3*7 

PSALM  CXXXIII.     As  the  122d  Pfalm 
The  blejfings  of  friend/hip. 

1  J  T  OW  pleafant  'tis  to  fee 

JL  JL     Kindred  and  friends  agree, 
Each  in  his  proper  ftation  move, 

And  each  fulfil  his  part 

With  fympathifmg  heart, 
In  all  the  cares  of  life  and  love. 

2  'Tis  like  an  ointment  fhed 
On  Aaron's  facred  head, 

Divinely  rich,  divinely  fweet : 

The  oil  through  all  the  room 

DifFus'd  a  choice  perfume, 
Ran  through  his  robes  and  blefs'd  his  feet. 

3  Like  fruitful  fhowers  of  rain 
That  water  all  the  plain, 

Defcending  from  the  neighbouring  hills  ; 

Such  ftreams  of  pleafure  roll 

Through  ev'ry  friendly  foul, 
Where  love  like  heav'nly  dew  diftils. 

Repeat  the  firjl  Jlanza  to  complete  the  tune, 

PSALM  CXXXIV.     Common  Metre. 
Daily  and  nightly  devotions,  , 

1   "VTE  that  obey  th'  immortal  king, 

A       Attend  his  holy  place  ; 

Bow  to  the  glories  of  his  power, 

And  blefs  his  wondrous  grace. 


3*S  PSALMS. 

2  Lift  up  your  hands  by  morning  light, 
And  fend  your  fouls  on  high : 

Raife  your  admiring  thoughts  by  night 
Above  the  ftarry  fky. 

3  The  God  of  Zion  cheers  our  hearts 
With  rays  of  quick'ning  grace  : 

The  God  that  fpreads  the  heavens  abroad, 
And  rules  the  fweiiing  feas. 

PSALM  CXXXV.    ver.   1,-4,   14,   19,-21 
Firit  part.     Long  Metre. 

1  he  church  is  God's  houfc  and  care* 

1  TJRAISE  ye  the  Lord,  exalt  his  name, 
JL        While  in  his  earthly  courts  ye  wait, 

Ye  faints  that  to  his  houfe  belong, 
Or  ftand  attending  at  his  gate. 

2  Praife  ye  the  Lord,  the  Lord  is  good ; 
To  praife  his  name  is  fweet  employ : 

Ifrael  he  chofe  of  old,  and  ftill 
His  church  is  his  peculiar  joy. 

3  The  Lord  himfclf  will  judge  his  faints  ; 
He  treats  his  fervants  as  his  friends  ; 

And  when  he  hears  their  fore  complaints, 
Repents  the  forrows  that  he  fends. 

4  Through  every  age  the  Lord  declares 
His  name,  and  breaks  tli'  ppprcflbr's  rod  \ 

Pie  gives  his  fuffcring  fervants  reft, 
And  wjil  be  known  th'  Almighty  God. 


PSALMS.  349 

5  Blefs  ye  the  Lord,  who  tafte  his  love, 

People  and  priefls  exalt  his  name  : 
Amongit  his  faints  he  ever  dwells  j 

His  church  is  his  Jerufalem. 

PSALM  CXXXV.  ver.  5,-12.  Second  part. 

Ihe  ivorks  of  creation,  providence y  redemption  of  If 
rael ;  and  deflrutlion  of  enemies, 

1  ^1  REAT  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high 
\JJ0T     Above  all  powers  and  every  throne ; 

Whate'er  he  pleafe  in  earth  and  fea, 

Or  heav'n,  or  hell,  his  hand  hath  done. 

2  At  his  command  the  vapours  rife, 

The  light'nings  flafli,  the  thunders  roar ; 
He  pours  the  rain,  he  brings  the  wind. 
And  tempeft  from  his  airy  ftore. 

3  'Twas  he  thofe  dreadful  tokens  fent, 
O  Egypt,  through  thy  flubborn  land  ; 

When  all  thy  firft  born  beads  and  men 
Fell  dead  by  his  avenging  hand. 

4  What  mighty  nations,  mighty  kings 
He  flew,  and  their  whole  country  gave 

To  Ifrael  whom  his  hand  redeem'd, 
*No  more  to  be  proud  Pharaoh's  flave  ! 

5  His  power  the  fame,  the  fame  his  grace, 
That  faves  us  from  the  hofts  of  hell : 

And  heav'n  he  gives  us  to  poflefs, 
Whence  thofe  apoftate  angels  fell. 


350  PSALMS. 

PSALM  CXXXV.     Common  Metre. 
Praife  due  to  God>  not  to  idols. 

1  4   WAKE,  ye  faints. — To  praife  your  King 
xjL     Your  fweeteft  paflions  raife  ; 

Your  pious  pleafure,  while  you  fing, 
Increafirtg  with  the  praife. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord :  and  works  unknown 
Are  his  divine  employ  : 

But  ftill  his  faints  are  near  his  throne, 
His  treafure  and  his  joy. 

3  Heaven,  earth,  and  fea  confefs  his  hand ; 
He  bids  the  vapours  rife  ! 

Light'ning  and  ftorm  at  his  command, 
Sweep  through  the  founding  ikies. 

4  All  pow'r  that  gods  or  kings  have  claim'd 
Is  found  with  him  alone  ; 

But  heathen  gods  mould  ne'er  be  nam'd 
Where  our  Jehovah's  known. 

5  Which  of  the  (locks  and  ftones  they  truft 
Can  give  them  fhow'rs  of  rain  ? 

In  vain  they  worfhip  glitt'ring  duft, 
And  pray  to  God  in  vain. 

6  [Their  gods  have  tongues  that  fpeechlefs  prove 
Such  as  their  makers  gave  : 

Their  feet  were  never  form'd  to  move, 
Nor  hands  have  pow'r  to  fave. 


PSALMS.  351 

7  Blind  are  their  eyes,  their  ears  are  deaf, 
Nor  hear  when  mortals  pray ; 

Mortals,  that  wait  for  their  relief, 
Are  blind  and  deaf  as  they.] 

8  Ye  nations,  know  the  living  God, 
Serve  him  with  faith  and  fear ; 

He  makes  the  churches  his  abode, 
And  claims  your  honours  there. 

PSALM  CXXXVI.     Common  Metre. 

God's  wonders  of  creation,  providence,  redemption  of 
Ifraely  and  falvation  of  his  people, 

1  S~^  IVE  thanks  to  God,  the  fov'reign  Lord, 
VJT      "  His  mercies  ftill  endure  ;" 

And  be  the  King  of  kings  ador'd, 
«  His  truth  is  ever  fure." 

2  What  wonders  hath  his  wifdom  done  ? 
«  How  mighty  is  his  hand  !" 

Heaven,  earth,  and  fea,  he  fram'd  alone  *, 
"  How  wide  is  his  command !" 

3  The  fun  fupplies  the  day  with  light  j 
"  How  bright  his  counfels  mine  !" 

The  moon  and  {tars  adorn  the  night ; 
"  His  works  are  all  divine." 

4  [He  (truck  the  fons  of  Egypt  dead  $ 
"  How  dreadful  is  his  rod  !" 

And  thence,  with  joy,  his  people  led  ; 
"  How  gracious  is  our  God  !" 


$52  PSALMS. 

5  He  cleft  the  fwelling  fea  in  two  ; 
"  His  arm  is  great  in  might  j" 

And  gave  the  tribes  a  paflage  through  j 
"  His  power  and  grace  unite." 

6  But  Pharaoh's  army  there  he  drown'd  : 
"  How  glorious  are  his  ways  !" 

And  brought  his  faints  through  defert  ground  ! 
«  Eternal  be  his  praife." 

7  Great  monarchs  fell  beneath  his  hand  ; 
cc  Victorious  is  his  fword  ; 

While  Ifrael  took  the  promis'd  land  j 
"  And  faithful  is  his  word." 


8  He  faw  the  nations  dead  in  fin  ; 
"  He  felt  his  pity  move  ;" 

How  fad  the  ftate  the  world  was  in  ! 
<c  How  boundlefs  was  his  love  !" 

9  He  fent  to  fave  us  from  our  wo  •, 
"  His  goodnefs  never  fails  :" 

From  death  and  hell,  and  every  foe  ; 
"  And  Hill  his  grace  prevails." 

10  Give  thanks  to  God,  the  heavenly  king  ; 
«  His  mercies  ftill  endure  ;" 

Let  the  whole  earth  his  praifes  ling  : 
"  His  truth  is  ever  furtv' 


PSALMS.  353 

PSALM  CXXXVI.  As  the  148th  Pfalm. 

GIVE  thanks  to  God  moft  high, 
The  univerfal  Lord  ; 
The  fov'reign  King  of  kings  j 
And  be  his  grace  ador'd. 

«  His  power  and  grace 
"  Are  ftill  the  fame  ; 
"  And  let  his  name 
«  Have  endlefs  praife." 

2  How  mighty  is  his  hand  ! 

What  wonders  hath  he  done  ! 
He  form'd  the  earth  and  feas, 
And  fpread  the  heavens  alone. 

"  Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
«  Shall  ftill  endure  ; 
"  And  ever  fure 

"  Abides  thy  word." 

3  His  wifdom  frarn'd  the  fun 

To  crown  the  day  with  light  y 
The  moon  and  twinkling  ftars 
To  cheer  the  darkfome  night. 

"  His  pow'r  and  grace 
"  Are  ftill  the  fame  ; 
H  And  let  his  name 

"  Have  endlefs  praife/' 

Yy 


354  PSALMS. 

[4  He  fmote  the  firft-born  fons, 
The  flower  of  Egypt,  dead  ; 
And  thence  his  chofen  tribes 
With  joy  and  glory  led. 

"  Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
"  Shall  ftill  endure  •, 
"  And  ever  fure 

"  Abides  thy  word." 

5  His  power  and  lifted  rod, 

Cleft  the  Red  fea  in  two ; 
And  for  his  people  made 

A  wondrous  paflage  through. 

"  His  pow'r  and  grace 
«  Are  ftill  the  fame  ; 
«  And  let  his  name 

"  Have  endlefs  praife." 

6  But  cruel  Pharaoh  there 

With  all  his  hoft  he  drown'd  •, 
And  brought  his  Ifrael  fafe 
Through  a  long  defert  ground. 

w  Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
«  Shall  ftill  endure  ; 
«  And  ever  fure 

«  Abides  thy  word." 

PAUSE. 

7  The  kings  of  Canaan  fell 

Beneath  his  dreadful  hand  ; 
While  his  own  fervants  took 
Poflemon  of  their  land. 

"  His  pow'r  and  grace 
"  Are  ftill  the  fame  ; 
"  And  let  his  name 
"  Have  endlefs  praife."] 


PSALMS.  353 

3  He  faw  the  nations  lie 
All  perilling  in  fin, 
And  pity'd  the  fad  ftate 
The  ruin'd  world  was  in. 

"  Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
«  Shall  ftill  endure  ; 
«  And  ever  fure 

"  Abides  thy  word." 

9  He  fent  his  only  Son 

To  fave  us  from  our  wo, 
From  Satan,  fin,  and  death. 
And   every  hurtful  foe. 

"  His  pow'r  and  grace 
"  Are  ftill  the  fame  ; 
"  And  let  his  name 

"  Have  endlcfs  praife.'? 

10  Give  thanks  aloud  to  God, 

To  God  the  heavenly  king  : 
And  let  the  fpacious  earth 
His  works  and  glories  fing. 

«  Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
«  Shall  ftill  endure  ; 
"  And  ever  fure 

"  Abides  thy  word." 

PSALM  CXXXVI.  Abridged.  Xcng  Metre. 

1   /~^  1VE  to  our  Lord  immortal  praife  I 
vJT      Mercy  and  truth  are  all  his  ways  : 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
u  Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong." 


$56  PSALMS. 

2  Give  to  the  Lord  of  lords  renown, 
The  King  of  kings  with  glory  crown ; 
"  His  mercies  ever  fhall  endure, 

"  When  Lords  and  kings  are  known  no  more." 

3  He  built  the  earth,  he  fpread  the  iky, 
And  fixt  the  ftarry  lights  on  high  : 

"  Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
"  Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong." 

4  He   fills  the  fun  with  morning  light, 
He  bids  the  moon  direct  the  night : 
"  His  mercies  ever  fhall  endure, 

"  When  funs  and  moons  fhall  fhine  no  more." 

5  The  Jews  he  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand, 
And  brought  them  to  the  promis'd  land  ; 
"  Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 

"  Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong." 

6  He  faw  the  Gentiles  dead  in  fin, 
And  felt  his  pity  move  within  ! 
"  His  mercies  ever  fhall  endure, 

"  When  death  and  fin  fhall  reign  no  more." 

7  He  fent  his  Son  with  power  to  fave 
From  guilt,  and  darknefs,  and  the  grave  : 
«  Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 

«  Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong." 

8  Through  this  vain  world  he  guides  our  feet, 
And  leads  us  to  his  heavenly  feat ; 

"  His  mercies  ever  fhall  endure, 

"  When  this  vain  world  fhall  be  no  more.'' 


PSALMS.  357 

PSALM  CXXXVII. 

The  Babylonian  captivity. 

1  A   LONG  the  banks  where  Babel's  current 
jLjL          flows, 

Our  captive  bands  in  deep  defpondence  ftray'd, 
While  Zion's  fall  in  fad  remembrance  rofe, 

Her  friends,  her  children,  mingled  with  the  dead. 

2  The  tunelefs  harp  that  once  with  joy  we  ftrung, 
When  praife  employ'd  and  mirth  infpir'd  the  lay, 

In  mournful  filence  on  the  willows  hung, 
And  growing  grief  prolong'd  the  tedious  day. 

3  The  barbarous  tyrants,  to  increafe  the  wo, 
With  taunting  fmiles  a  forfg  of  Zion  claim  : 

Bid  facred  praife  in  {trains  melodious  flow, 
While  they  blafpheme  the  great  Jehovah's  name. 

4  But  how,  in  heathen  chains  and  lands  unknowr, 
Shall  Ifrael's  fons  a  fong  of  Zion  raife  ? 

O  haplefs  Salem,  God's  terreftrial  throne, 
Thou  land  of  glory,  facred  mount  of  praife. 

5  If  e'er  my  mem'ry  lofe  thy  lovely  name, 
If  my  cold  heart  neglecl:  my  kindred  race, 

Let  dire  deftru&ion  feize  this  guilty  frame  : 
My  hand  fhall  perim,  and  my  voice  (hall  ceafe. 

6  Yet  fhall  the  Lord,  who  hears  when  Zion  calls, 
O'ertake  her  foes  with  terror  and  difmay, 

His  arm  avenge  her  defolated  walls, 
And  raife  her  children  to  eternal  day. 


358  PSALMS. 

PSALM  CXXXVIII. 

R  ejloring  and  preferring  grace. 

1    \\  ?ITH  all  my  powers  of  heart  and  tongue 
V  V       I'll  praife  my  maker  in  my  fong  ; 

Angels  mall  hear  the  notes  I  raife, 

Approve  the  fong,  and  join  the  praife. 
£2  Angels,  that  make  thy  church  their  care,. 

Shall  witnefs  my  devotions  there, 

While  holy  zeal  directs  my  eyes, 

To  thy  fair  temple  in  the  Ikies.] 

3  I'll  fing  thy  truth  and  mercy,  Lord, 
I'll  fing  the  wonders  of  thy  word  : 
Not  all  the  works  and  names  below, 
So  much  thy  power  and  glory  {how. 

4  To  God  I  cry'd  when  troubles  rofe  ; 
He  heard  me,  and  fubdu'd  my  foes  ; 
He  did  my  rifing  fears  control, 

And  ftrength  diffus'd  through  all  my  foul. 

5  The  God  of  heav'n  maintains  his  (late, 
Frowns  on  the  proud,  and  fcorns  the  great  -, 
But  from  his  throne  defcends  to  blefs 

The  humble  fouls  that  truft  his  grace.      , 

6  Amidft  a  thoufand  fnares  I  ftand 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand ; 
Thy  words  my  fainting  foul  revive, 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

7  Grace  will  complete  what  grace  begins, 
To  fave  from  forrows  or  from  fins  •, 
The  work  that  wifdom  undertakes, 
Eternal  mercy  ne'er  forfakes. 


PSALMS.  359 

PSALM   CXXXIX.  Firft   part.  Long  Metre. 
The  all-feeing  God. 

.    '       ORD,  thou  haft  fearch'd  and  feen  me  thro*  \ 
I  a   Thine  eye  commands  with  piercing  view 
My  rifing  and  my  refting  hours, 
My  heart  and  flefh,  with  all  their  powers. 

2  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 
Are  to  my  God  diftin&ly  known ; 

He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  fpeak, 
Ere  from  my  opening  lips  they  break. 

3  Within  thy  circling  power  I  ftand, 
On  every  fide  I  find  thy  hand ; 
Awake,  afleep,  at  home,  abroad, 

I  am  furrounded  ftill  with  God. 

4  Amazing  knowledge,  vaft  and  great ! 
What  large  extent !  what  lofty  height ! 
My  foul,  with  all  the  powers  I  boaft, 
Is  in  the  boundlefs  profpecl:  loft. 

5  Oh  may  thefe  thoughts  poflefs  my  breaft, 
w  Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  reft  ; 

«  Nor  let  my  weaker  paflions  dare 
"  Confent  to  fin,  for  God  is  there." 

pause    the  firft. 

Could  I  fo  falfe,  fo  faithlefs  prove, 
To  quit  thy  fervice  and  thy  love, 
Where,  Lord,  could  I  thy  prefence  fhun, 
Or  from  thy  dreadful  glory  run  ? 


360  PSALMS. 

7  If  up  to  heaven  I  take  my  flight, 

Tis  there  thou  dwett'ft  enthron'd  in  light  ; 
Or  dive  to  hell — there  vengeance  reigns, 
And  Satan  groans  beneath  thy  chains. 

3  If  mounted  on  a  morning  ray 
I  fly  beyond  the  weftern  fea, 
Thy  fwifter  hand  would  firft  arrive*, 
And  there  arreft  thy  fugitive. 

9  Or  fhould  I  try  to  fhun  thy  fight 
Beneath  the  fpreading  veil  of  night, 
One  glance  of  thine,  one  piercing  ray 
Would  kindle  darknefs  into  day. 

10  "  Oh  may  thefe  thoughts  pofTefs  my  breaft, 
«  Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  reft  ! 

"  Nor  let  my  weaker  paflions  dare 
"  Confent  to  fin,  for  God  is  there. 

pause    the  fecond. 

1 1  The  veil  of  night  is  no  difguife, 

No  fcreen  from  thy  all-fearching  eyes  *, 
Thy  hand  can  feize  thy  foes  as  foon 
Through  midnight  fhades  as  blazing  noon, 

12  Midnight  and  noon  in  this  agree, 

-  Great  God,  they're  both  alike  to  thee, 
Not  death  can  hide  what  God  will  fpy, 
And  hell  lies  naked  to  his  eye. 

13  "  Oh  may  thefe  thoughts  poiTefs  my  breaft, 
"  Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  reft  ! 

"  Nor  let  my  weaker  paflions  dare 
"  Confent  to  fin,  for  God  is  there." 


PSALMS.  361 

PSALM  CXXXIX.     Second  part.    Long  Metre. 

The  wonderful  formation  of  man. 

4  >rTpWAS  from  thy  hand,  my  God,  I  came, 
i       A  work  of  fuch  a  curious  frame  % 
In  me  thy  fearful  wonders  ihine, 
And  each  proclaims  thy  fkill  divine. 

2  Thine  eyes  did  all  my  limbs  furvey 
Which  yet  in  dark  confuiion  lay : 
Thou  faw'ft  the  daily  growth  they  took, 
Form'd  by  the  model  of  thy  book. 

3  By  thee  my  growing  parts  were  nam'd, 
And  what  thy  fov'reign  court fels  fram'd, 
The  breathing  lungs,  the  beating  heart, 
Was  copy'd  with  unerring  art. 

4-  At  laft,  to  fhew  my  Maker's  name, 
God  flamp'd  his  image  on  my  frame, 
And  in  fome  unknown  moment,  join'd 
The  finifh'd  members  of  the  mind. 

B  There  the  young  feeds  of  thought  began, 
And  all  the  paffions  of  the  man  ; 
Great  God,  our  infant  nature  pays 
Immortal  tribute  to  thy  praife. 

PAUSE. 

6  Lord,  fince  in  my  advancing  age, 
I've  acted  on  life's  bufy  ftage, 
Thy  thoughts  of  love  to  me  furmount 
The  power  of  numbers  to  recount. 
Z  z 


362  PSALMS. 

7  I  could  furvey  the  ocean  o'er, 

And  count  each  fand  that  makes  the  fhorC, 
Before  my  fwifteft  thoughts  could  trace 
The  numerous  wonders  of  thy  grace* 

8  Thefe  on  my  heart  are  ftill  impreft, 
With  thefe  I  give  my  eyes  to  reft ; 
And  at  my  waking  hour  I  find 
God  and  his  love  pofTefs  my  mind. 

PSALM  CXXXIX.  Third  part.   Long  Metre. 

Sincerity  prof  effect,  and  grace  tried ;   or,   The  heart- 
fearching  God, 

1  ~|\  /T  Y  God,  what  inward  grief  I  feel, 

XV  A    When  impious  men  tranfgrefs  thy  will ! 
I  mourn  to  hear  their  lips  profane 
Take  thy  tremendous  name  in  vain. 

2  Does  not  my  foul  deteft  and  hate 
The  fons  of  malice  and  deceit  ? 
Thofe  that  oppofe  thy  laws  and  thee, 
I  count  for  enemies  to  me. 

3  Lord,  fearch  my  foul,  try  every  thought — 
Though  my  own  heart  accufe  me  not 

Of  walking  in  a  falfe  difguife, 
I  beg  the  trial  of  thine  eyes. 

4  Doth  fecret  mifchief  lurk  within  ? 
Do  I  indulge  fome  unknown  fin  ? 
Oh !  turn  my  feet  whene'er  I  (tray, 
And  lead  me  in  thy  perfect  way. 


PSALMS.  363 

PSALM  CXXXIX.     Firfl  part.  Common  Metre, 

God  is  every  where. 

1  T  N  all  my  vaft  concerns  with  thee, 
JL      In  vain  my  foul  would  try 

To  fhun  thy  prefence,  Lord,  or  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

2  Thy  all-furrounding  fight  furveys 

My  rifmg  and  my  reft, 
My  publick  walks,  my  private  ways, 
And  fecrets  of  my  breaft. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord, 

Before  they're  form'd  within, 
And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
He  knows  the  fenfe  I  mean. 

4  Oh !  wondrous  knowledge !  deep  and  high ! 

Where  can  a  creature  hide ! 
Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
InclosM  on  every  fide. 

.5  So  let  thy  grace  furround  me  ftill, 
And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 
To  guard  my  foul  from  every  ill, 
Secur'd  by  fov'reign  love. 

PAUSE. 

6  Lord,  where  fhall  guilty  fouls  retire, 
Forgotten  and  unknown  ? 
In  hell  they  meet  thy  dreadful  fire, 
In  heav'n  thy  glorious  throne. 


364-  PSALMS. 

7  Should  I  fupprefs  my  vital  breath, 
To  'fcape  the  wrath  divine, 
Thy  voice  would  break  the  bars  of  death, 
And  make  the  grave  refign. 

1  If,  wing'd  with  beams  of  morning  light, 
I  fly  beyond  the  weft, 
Thy  hand,  which  muft  fupport  my  flight, 
Would  foon  betray  my  reft. 

9  If  o'er  my  fins  I  think  to  draw 

The  curtains  of  the  night, 
The  flaming  eyes  that  guard  thy  law 
"Would  turn  the  (hades  to  light. 

1 0  The  beams  of  noon,  the  midnight  hour 

Are  both  alike  to  thee  : 
Oh!  may  I  ne'er  provoke  that  power 
From  which  I  cannot  flee. 

PSALM  CXXXIX.  Second  part.  Common  Metre. 

The  ivifdom  of  God  in  the  formation  of  man. 

1    X  "IT  THEN  I,  with  pleafing  wonder  ft  and, 
yY        And  all  my  frame  furvey, 
Lord  !  'tis  thy  work — I  own,  thy  hand 
Thus  built  my  humble  clay. 

l  Thy  hand  my  heart  and  reins  poiTeft, 
Where  unborn  nature  grew: 
Thy  wifdom  all  my  features  trae'd, 
And  all  my  members  drew. 


PSALMS.  565 

3  Thine  eye  with  nicefl  care  furvey'd 

The  growth  of  every  part; 
'Till  the  whole  fcheme,  thy  thoughts  had  laid, 
"Was  copy'd  by  thy  art. 

4  Heav'n,  earth  and  fea,  and  fire  and  wind 

Shew  me  thy  wondrous  fkill; 
But  I  review  myfelf,  and  find 
Diviner  wonders  ftill. 

5  Thy  awful  glories  round  me  mine, 

My  flefh  proclaims  thy  praife: 
Lord,  to  thy  works  of  nature  join 
Thy  miracles  of  grace. 

PSALM  CXXXIX.  ver.  14,  17,  18.  Third  part. 
Common  Metre. 

The  mercies  of  God  innumerable. 
An  evening  pfalm. 

1  T     ORD,  when  I  count  thy  mercies  o'er„ 

.    j      They  flrike  me  with  furprife  ; 
Not  all  the  fands  that  fpread  the  more, 
To  equal  numbers  rife. 

2  My  flefh  with  fear  and  wonder  ftands, 

The  product  of  thy  fkill; 
And  hourly  bleffings  from  thy  hands 
Thy  thoughts  of  love  reveal. 

3  Thefe  on  my  heart  by  night  I  keep ; 

How  kind,  how  dear  to  me ! 
Oh !  may  the  hour  that  ends  my  fleep 
Still  find  my  thoughts  with  thee. 


36ff  PSALMS. 

PSALM  CXL.     Common  Metre. 


p 


ROTECT  us,  Lord,  from  fatal  harm  ! 
Behold  our  rifmg  woes ; 
We  truft  alone  thy  powerful  arm, 
To  fcatter  all  our  foes. 

2  Their  tongue  is  like  a  poifon'd  dart, 

Their  thoughts  are  full  of  guile, 
While  rage  and  carnage  fwell  their  heart, 
They  wear  a  peaceful  fmile. 

3  O  God  of  grace,  thy  guardian  care, 

When  foes  without  invade, 

Or  fpread  within  a  deeper  fnare, 

Supplies  our  conftant  aid. 

i  Let  falfehood  flee  before  thy  face, 
I  hy  heavenly  truth  extend, 
All  nations  tafte  thy  heav'nly  grace, 
And  all  delufion  end. 

S  With  daily  bread  the  poor  fupply ; 
The  caufe  of  juftice  plead, 
And  be  thy  church  exalted  high, 
With  Chrift  the  glorious  head. 

PSALM  CXLI.    ver.  2,-5.  Long  Metre. 
Watchfulnefs  and  brotherly  love. 
A  morning  or  evening  pfalrru 

1    "|\/TY  God,  accept  my  early  vows, 

JLVJ,     Like  morning  incenfe  in  thine  houfe, 
And  let  my  nightly  worfhip  rife 
Sweet  as  the  ev'ning  facrifice. 


PSALMS.  367 

2  Watch  o'er  my  lips,  and 'guard  them,  Lord, 
From  every  rafh  and  heedlefs  word; 

Nor  let  my  feet  incline  to  tread 
The  guilty  path  where  finners  lead. 

3  Oh  may  the  righteous,  when  I  (tray, 
Smite  and  reprove  my  wand'ring  way! 
Their  gentle  words,  like  ointment  fried, 
Shall  never  bruife,  but  cheer  my  head. 

%  When  I  behold  them  prefs'd  with  grief, 
I'll  cry  to  heaven  for  their  relief ; 
And,  by  my  warm  petitions  prove 
How  much  I  prize  their  faithful  love. 

PSALM  CXLII.     Common  Metre. 
God  is  the  hope  of  the  helplefs. 

1  r  ■  10  God  I  made  my  forrows  known, 

From  God  I  fought  relief ; 
In  long  complaints  before  his  throne 
I  pour'd  out  all  my  grief. 

2  My  foul  was  overwhelm'd  with  woes, 
My  heart  began  to  break ; 

My  God,  who  all  my  burdens  knows, 
Beholds  the  way  I  take. 

3  On  every  fide  I  caft  my  eye, 
And  found  my  helpers  gone, 

While  friends  and  ftrangers  pafs'd  me  by 
Negle&ed  or  unknown. 


368  PSALMS. 

4?  Then  did  I  raife  a  louder  cry, 

And  call'd  thy  mercy  near, 
"  Thou  art  my  portion  when  I  die, 

«  Be  thou  my  refuge  here." 

5  Lord,  I  am  brought  exceeding  low, 
Now  let  thine  ear  attend, 

And  make  my  foes  who-  vex  me,  know 
I've  an  Almighty  friend. 

6  From  my  fad  prifon  fet  me  free, 
Then  mall  I  praife  thy  name, 

And  holy  men  fhall  join  with  me, 
Thy  kindnefs  to  proclaim. 

PSALM  CXLIII.     Long  Metre. 

Complaint  of  heavy  affliElions  in  mind  and  body. 

1  TV  /TY  righteous  Judge,  my  gracious  God, 
xVJL      Hear,  when  I  fpread  my  hands  abroad. 
And  cry  for  fuccour  from  thy  throne — 

Oh  make  thy  truth  and  mercy  known. 

2  Let  judgment  not  againft  me  pafs  ; 
Behold  thy  fervant  pleads  thy  grace — 
Should  juftice  call  us  to  thy  bar, 

No  man  alive  is  guiltlefs  there. 

3  Look  down  in  pity,  Lord,  and  fee 
The  mighty  woes  that  burden  me  ; 
My  waiting  life  draws  near  the  grave ; 
Make  bare  thine  arm — thy  fervant  fave. 


PSALMS.  369 

4  I  dwell  in  darknefs  and  unfeen — 
My  heart  is  defolate  within  ; 

My  thoughts  in  mufing  filence  trace 
The  ancient  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

5  Thence  I  derive  a  glimpfe  of  hope 
To  bear  my  finking  fpirits  up ; 

I  ftretch  my  hands  to  God  again, 
And  thirft  like  parched  lands  for  rain. 

6  For  thee  I  truft,  I  pray,  I  mourn — 
When  will  thy  fmiling  face  return  ? 
Shall  all  my  joys  on  earth  remove, 
And  God  for  ever  hide  his  love  ? 

7  My  God,  thy  long  delay  to  fave, 
Will  fink  thy  pris'ner  to  the  grave ; 

My  heart,  grows  faint,  and  dim  mine  eye  ; 
Make  hafte  to  help  before  I  die  ; 

8  The  night  is  witnefs  to  my  tears, 
Diftreffing  pains,  diftra£ting  fears  ; 
Oh  !  might  I  hear  thy  morning  voice, 
How  would  my  wearied  powers  rejoice ! 

9  In  thee  I  truft,  to  thee  I  figh, 
And  lift  my  weary  foul  on  high ; 
For  thee  fit  waiting  all  the  dayj 
And  wear  the  tirefome  hours  away. 

1 0  Break  off  my  fetters,  Lord,  and  mow 
The  path  in  which  my  feet  mould  go : 
If  fnares  and  foes  befet  the  road, 

I  nee  to  hide  me  near  my  God. 

S  A. 


370  PSALMS. 

1 1  Teach  me  to  do  thy  holy  will, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  heav'nly  hill; 
Let  the  good  fpirit  of  thy  love 
Conduct  me  to  thy  courts  above. 

12  Then  mall  my  foul  no  more  complain, 
The  tempter  then  (hall  rage  in  vain ; 
And  flefh,  and  fin,  my  foes  before, 
Shall  never  vex  my  fpirit  more. 

PSALM  CXLIV.    ver.   1,  2.    Firft  part.    Com- 
mon Metre. 
AJfiJlance  and  viElory  in  the  fpirit ual  warfare. 

1  T?OR  ever  blefTed  be  the  Lord, 
JT       My  Saviour  and  my  fhield  ; 
He  fends  his  Spirit  with  his  word, 

To  arm  me  for  the  field. 

2  When  fin  and  hell  their  force  unite, 

He  makes  my  foul  his  care, 
Inftru£ts  me  in  the  heavenly  fight, 

And  guards  me  through  the  war. 
2  A  friend  and  helper  fo  divine, 

My  fainting  hope  (hall  raife  ; 
He  makes  the  glorious  vi£t'ry  mine, 

And  his  fhall  be  the  praife. 

PSALM  CXLIV.  ver.  3,  4,  5,  6.  Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 

The  vanity  of  man,  and  the  condefcenfion  of  God. 

1    T     ORD,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man, 
f  j     Born  of  the  earth  at  firft  ? 
His  life  a  fhadow,  light  rand  vain, 
Still  hailing  to  the  dull. 


PSALMS.  371 

2  O  what  is  feeble  dying  man, 

Or  all  his  finful  race, 
That  God  fhould  make  it  his  concern 
To  vifit  him  with  grace  ? 

3  That  God,  who  darts  his  lightnings  down, 

Who  fhakes  the  world  above, 
What  terrors  wait  his  awful  frown, 
How  wondrous  is  his  love  ! 

PSALM    CXJJV.     ver.   12,-15.     Third   part. 
Long  Metre. 

Grace  above  riches  ;  or,  the  happy  nation. 

1  T  T  APP Y  the  city,  where  their  fons, 
JL  A     Like  pillars  round  a  palace  fet, 

And  daughters,  bright  as  polifhed  ftones, 
Give  ftrength  and  beauty  to  the  ftate. 

2  Happy  the  land  in  culture  dreft, 

Whofe  flocks  and  corn  have  large  increafe ; 
Where  men  fecurely  work  or  reft, 

Nor  fons  of  plunder  break  their  peace. 

3  Happy  the  nation  thus  endow'd, 
But  more  divinely  bleft  are  thofe 

On  whom  the  all-fufHcient  God 

Himfelf,  with  all  his  grace,  beftows. 

PSALM  CXLV.     Long  Metre. 
The  great nefs  of  God. 

1    TV/T^  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praife 
-Ly JL      Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days  ; 
Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue, 
'Till  death  and  glory  raife  the  fong. 


372  PSALMS. 

2  The  wings  of  every  hour  (hall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear  ; 
And  every  fetting  fun  fhall  fee 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee. 

3  Thy  truth  and  juftice  I'll  proclaim  : 
Thy  bounty  flows,  an  endlefs  dream  ; 
Thy  mercy  fwift,  thine  anger  flow, 
But  dreadful  to  the  ftubborn  foe. 

4  Thy  works  with  fovereign  glory  ftine, 
And  fpeak  thy  majefty  divine  ; 

Let.  every  realm  with  joy  proclaim 
The  found  and  honour  of  his  name. 

5  Let  diftant  times  and  nations  raife 
The  long  fuccefhon  of  thy  praife": 
And  unborn  ages  make  my  fong 
The  joy  and  triumph  of  their  tongue. 

6  But  who  can  fpeak  thy  wondrous  deeds  ? 
Thy  greatnefs  all  our  thoughts  exceeds  : 
Vaft  and  unfearchable  thy  ways, 

Vaft  and  immortal  be  thy  praife. 

PSALM    CXLV.     ver.    1,-7,   11,-13.     Firft 
part.    Common  Metre. 

The  greatnefs  of  God, 

1    T*    ONG  as  I  live  I'll  blefs  thy  name, 

1  i     My  King,  my  God  of  love  : 
My  work  and  joy  (hall  be  the  fame  , 
In  the  bright  world  above. 


PSALMS.  37$ 

2  Great  is  the  Lord,  his  power  unknown^ 
And  let  his  praife  be  great : 

I'll  Ting  the  honours  of  his  throne, 
Thy  works  of  grace  repeat. 

3  Thy  grace  (hall  dwell  upon  my  tongue  j         '  J 
And,  while  my  lips  rejoice, 

The  men  that  hear  my  facred  fong 
Shall  join  their  cheerful  voice. 

4  Fathers  to  fons  (hall  teach  thy  name, 
And  children  learn  thy  ways  : 

Ages  to  come  thy  truth  proclaim, 
And  nations  found  thy  praife. 

5  Thy  glorious  deeds  of  ancient  date 
Shall  through  the  world  be  known  : 

Thine  arm  of  power,  thy  heavenly  ftate, 
With  public  fplendor  mown. 

6  The  world  is  manag'd  by  thy  hands, 
Thy  faints  are  rul'd  by  love  ; 

And  thine  eternal  kingdom  ftands, 
Though  rocks  and  hills  remove. 

PSALM  CXLV.     ver.  7.  $£     Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 

The  goodnefs  of  God. 

1    Q  WEET  is  the  mem'ry  of  thy  grace, 
k5     My  God,  my  heavenly  King  ; 
Let  age  to  age  thy  righteoufnefs 
In  founds  of  glory  fing. 


*7±  PSALMS. 

2  God  reigns  on  high,  but  ne'er  confines 
His  goodnefs  to  the  Ikies  ; 
Through  the  whole  earth  his  bounty  (nines 
And  every  want  fupplies. 

%  With  longing  eyes  thy  creatures  wait 
On  thee  for  daily  food, 
Thy  liberal  hand  provides  their  meat, 
And  fills  their  mouths  with  good. 

4  How  kind  are  thy  compaffions,  Lord  ! 

How  flow  thine  anger  moves  ! 
But  foon  he  fends  his  pard'ning  word 
To  cheer  the  fouls  he  loves. 

5  Creatures,  with  all  their  endlefs  race, 

Thy  power  and  praife  proclaim ; 
But  faints,  that  tafte  thy  richer  grace, 
Delight  to  blefs  thy  name. 

PSALM  CXLV.    ver.  H,  17,  &c.    Third  part. 
Common  Metre. 

Mercy  to  fiifferers  ;  or,   God  hearing  prayer. 

1  T    ET  every  tongue  thy  goodnefs  fpeak, 
JLi     Thou  fdvereign  Lord  of  all ; 

Thy  ftrength'ning  hands  uphold  the  weak. 
And  raife  the  poor  that  fall. 

2  When  forrow  bows  the  fpirit  down, 
Or  virtue  lies  diftrefs'd 

Beneath  fome  proud  oppreflbr's  frown, 
Thou  giv'ft  the  mourners  reft. 


PSALMS.  375 

3  The  Lord  fupports  our  finking  days, 
And  guides  our  giddy  youth  : 

Holy  and  jufl  are  all  his  ways, 
And  all  his  words  are  truth. 

4  He  knows  the  pain  his  fervants  feel ; 

He  hears  his  children  cry, 
And  their  bed  wifhes  to  fulfil 
His  grace  is  ever  nigh. 

5  His  mercy  never  mail  remove 

From  men  of  heart  fincere  ; 
He  faves  the  fouls  whofe  humble  love 
Is  join'd  with  holy  fear. 

6  [His  flubborn  foes  his  fword  fhall  flay, 

And  pierce  their  hearts  with  pain ; 
But  none  that  ferve  the  Lord  fhall  fay, 
"  They  fought  his  aid  in  vain."] 

7  [My  lips  fhall  dwell  upon  his  praife, 

And  fpread  his  fame  abroad ; 
Let  all  the  fons  of  Adam  raife 
The  honours  of  their  God.] 

PSALM  CXLVL     Long  Metre. 
Praife  to  God  for  his  goodnefs  and  truth. 

1    TT)  RAISE  ye  the  Lord,  my  heart  fhall  join 
Jl        In  work  fo  pleafant,  fo  divine  ; 
Now  while  the  flefh  is  mine  abode, 
And  when  mv  foul  afcends  to  God. 


il6  PSALMS. 

2  Praife  fhall  employ  my  noblefl  powers, 
While  immortality  endures ; 

My  days  of  praife  fhall  ne'er  be  part  ; 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being,  laft. 

3  Why  fhould  I  make  a  man  my  truft  ? 
Princes  muft  die  and  turn  to  duff. ; 

Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp  and  power, 
And  thoughts,  all  vanifh  in  an  hour. 

4?  Happy  the  man,  whofe  hopes  rely 
On  Ifrael's  God  :  He  made  the  fky, 
And  earth,  and  feas,  with  all  their  train  : 
And  none  fhall  find  his  prornife  vain. 

5  His  truth  for  ever  (lands  fecure ; 

He  faves  th'  opprefs'd,  he  feeds  the  poor, 
He  fends  the  lab'ring  confcience  peace, 
And  grants  the.pris'ner  fweet  releafe. 

6  The  Lord  to  fight  reftores  the  blind  •, 
The  Lord  fupports  the  finking  mind  : 
He  helps  the  ftranger  in  diftrefs, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs. 

7  He  loves  the  faints,  he  knows  them  well, 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell  -, 
Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns : 

Praife  him  in  everlafiing  (trains. 


o 


PSALMS. 


PSALM  CXLVII.     As  the  1 13th  Pfalm. 

Praife  to  God  for  bis  goodnefs  and  truth. 

I'LL  praife  my  Maker  with  my  breath : 
And  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death, 
Praife  mail  employ  my  nobler  powers  : 
My  days  of  praife  fhall  ne'er  be  paft, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  la  ft, 
Or  immortality  endures. 

Why  fhould  I  make  a  man  my  truft  ? 
Princes  muft  die  and  turn  to  duft  ; 

Vain  is  the  help  of  nefh  and  blood ; 
Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp  and  power, 
And  thoughts,  all  vanifh  in  an  hour ; 

Nor  can  they  make  their  promife  good. 

Happy  the  man  whofe  hopes  rely 
On  Ifrael's  God  :  He  made  the  fky, 

And  earth,  and  feas,  with  all  their  train ; 
His  truth  for  ever  ftands  fecure  : 
He  faves  th'  oppreft,  he  feeds  th'  poor, 

And  none  fhall  find  his  promife  vain. 

The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind ; 
The  Lord  fupports  the  finking  mind  ; 

He  fends  the  labouring  confcience  peace : 
He  helps  the  ftranger  in  diltrefs, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs, 

And  grants  the  pris'ner  fwect  releafe. 

3  B 


378  PSALMS. 

5  He  loves  his  faints,  he  knows  them  well, 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell ; 

Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns  -, 
Let  every  tongue,  let  every  age, 
In  this  exalted  work  engage  ; 

Praife  him  in  everlafting  drains. 

6  I'll  praife  him  while  he  lends  me  breath  : 
And  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death, 

Praife  {hall  employ  my  nobler  powers : 
My  days  of  praife  fhall  ne'er  be  paft, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  laft, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

PSALM  CXLVII.  Firft  part.  Long  Metre. 
The  divine  nature,  providence,  and  grace. 

1  T>  RAISE  ye  the  Lord  :  'tis  good  to  raife 
JL  Our  hearts  and  voices  in  his  praife  : 
His  nature  and  his  works  invite 

To  make  this  duty  our  delight. 

2  The  Lord  builds  up  Jerufalem, 
And  gathers  nations  to  his  name  : 
His  mercy  melts  the  flubborn  foul, 
And  makes  the  broken  fpirit  whole. 

3  He  form'd  the  ftars,  thofe  heavenly  flames, 
He  counts  their  numbers,  calls  their  names 
His  fov'reign  wifdom  knows  no  bound, 

A  deep  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd. 


PSALMS.  &B 

4t  Great  is  our  Lord,  and  great  his  might, 
And  all  his  glory  infinite  ; 
He  crowns  the  meek,  rewards  the  juft, 
And  treads  the  wicked  to  the  duft. 

p  a  u  s  n. 

5  Sing  to  the  Lord,  exalt  him  high, 
Who  fpreads  his  clouds  around  the  fky  ; 
There  he  prepares  the  fruitful  rain, 
Nor  lets  the  drops  defcend  in  vain. 

6  He  makes  the  grafs  the  hills  adorn, 
And  clothes  the  fmiling  field  with  corn : 
The  beafts  with  food  his  hands  fupply, 
And  feed  the  ravens  when  they  cry. 

7  What  is  the  creature's  (kill  or  force, 
The  vig'rous  man,  the  warlike  horfe, 
The  fprightly  wit,  the  active  limb  ? 
All  are  too  mean  delights  for  him. 

8  But  faints  are  lovely  in  his  fight ; 
He  views  his  children  with  delight ; 

He  fees  their  hope,  he  knows  their  fear, 
And  finds  and  loves  his  image  there. 

PSALM  CXLVII.   Second  part.  Long  Metre. 

Summer  and  ivinter. 

1    "       ET  Zion  praife  the  mighty  God, 

JL_J      And  make  his  honours  known  abroad ; 
For  fweet  the  joy  our  fongs  to  raife, 
And  glorious  is  the  work  of  praife. 


3S0  PSALMS. 

2  Our  children  live  fecure  and  blefs'd, 
Our  fhores  have  peace,  our  cities  reft  ; 
He  feeds  our  fons  with  fineft  wheat, 
And  adds  his  blefling  to  their  meat. 

3  The  changing  feafons  he  ordains, 
The  early  and  the  latter  rains : 

His  flakes  of  fnow  like  wool  he  fends, 
And  thus  the  fpringing  corn  defends. 

4-  With  hoary  froft  he  ftrews  the  ground  : 
His  hail  defcends  with  dreadful  found; 
His  icy  bands  the  rivers  hold, 
And  terror  arms  his  wintry  cold. 

5  He  bids  the  wintry  breezes  blow; 
The  ice  diflblves,  the  waters  flow : 
But  he  hath  nobler  works  and  ways 
To  call  his  people  to  his  praife. 

6  Through  all  our  ftates  his  laws  are  mown ; 
His  gofpel  through  the  nation  known; 

He  hath  not  thus  reveal'd  his  word 
To  every  land :  Praife  ye  the  Lord. 

PSALM  CXLVII.  ver.  7,-9,-13,-18.    Com- 
mon Metre. 

The  feafons  of  the  year. 

1   'T'KTYTH  fongs  and  honours  founding  loud 
V  V        Add  re  is  the  Lord  on  high; 
Over  the  heavens  he  fpreads  his  cloud, 
And  waters  veil  the  fky. 


PSALMS.  381 

2  He  fends  his  fhowers  of  blefling  down 

To  cheer  the  plains  below; 
He  makes  the  grafs  the  mountains  crown, 
And  corn  in  vallies  grow. 

3  He  gives  the  grazing  ox  his  meat, 

He  hears  the  ravens  cry ; 
But  man,  who  taftes  his  fined  wheat, 
Should  raife  his  honour  high. 

4  His  fteady  counfels  change  the  face 

Of  the  declining  year ; 
He  bids  the  fun  cut  fhort  his  race, 
And  wint'ry  days  appear. 

5  His  hoary  froft,  his  fleecy  mow, 

Defcend  and  clothe  the  ground; 
The  liquid  ftreams  forbear  to  flow, 
In  icy  fetters  bound. 

6  When,  from  his  dreadful  (lores  on  high, 

He  pours  the  founding  hail, 
The  wretch  that  dares  his  God  defy 
Shall  find  his  courage  fail. 

7  He  fends  his  word  and  melts  the  fnow, 

The  fields  no  longer  mourn: 
He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow, 
And  bids  the  fpring  return. 

8  The  changing  wind,  the  flying  cloud, 

Obey  his  mighty  word  : 
With  fongs  and  honours  founding  loud, 
Praife  ye  the  fov'reign  Lord. 


382  PSALMS. 

PSALM  CXLVIII.     Proper  Metre. 
Praife  to  God  from  all  creatures. 


■y 


E  tribes  of  Adam,  join 

"With  heaven,  and  earth,  and  feas, 
And  offer  notes  divine 
To  your  Creator's  praife. 
Ye  holy  throng 
Of  Angels  bright 
In  worlds  of  light 
Begin  the  fong. 

Thou  fun  with  dazzling  rays, 

And  moon  that  rul'ft  the  night, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praife, 
With  liars  of  twinkling  light. 
His  pow'r  declare, 
Ye  floods  on  high, 
And  clouds  that  fly 
In  empty  air. 

The  mining  worlds  above 
In  glorious  order  ftand, 
Or  in  fwift  courfes  move 
By  his  fupreme  command. 
He  fpake  the  word, 
And  all  their  frame 
From  nothing  came, 
» To  praife  the  Lord. 


PSALMS.  583 


4  He  mov'd  their  mighty  wheels 

In  unknown  ages  paft, 
And  each  his  word  fulfils 
While  time  and  nature  laft. 
In  different  ways 
His  works  proclaim 
His  wondrous  name, 
And  fpeak  his  praife. 

PAUSE. 

5  Let  all  the  earth-born  race, 

And  monfters  of  the  deep, 
The  fifh  that  cleave  the  feas, 
Or  in  their  bofom  fleep, 
From  fea  and  fhore 
Their  tribute  pay, 
And  ftill  difplay 

Their  Maker's  power. 

6  Ye  vapours,  hail,  and  fnow, 

Praife  ye  th'  Almighty  Lord; 
And  ftormy  winds  that  blow 
To  execute  his  word. 

When  lightnings  fhine, 
Or  thunders  roar, 
Let  earth  adore 
His  hand  divine. 

7  Ye  mountains  near  the  fkies, 

With  lofty  cedars  there, 
And  trees  of  humbler  fize, 
That  fruit  in  plenty  bear; 
Beafts,  wild  and  tame, 
Birds,  flies,  and  worms, 
In  various  forms, 
Exalt  his  name. 


384  PSALMS. 

8  Ye  kings,  and  judges,  fear 

The  Lord,  the  fov'reign  king; 
And  while  you  rule  us  here, 
His  heavenly  honours  fing: 
Nor  let  the  dream 
Of  power  and  ftate 
Make  you  forget 
His  power  fupreme. 

9  Virgins  and  youths,  engage 

To  found  his  praife  divine, 
While  infancy  and  age 
Their  feeble  voices  join, 
Wide  as  he  reigns 
His  name  be  fung 
By  every  tongue 
In  endlefs  ftrains. 

10  Let  all  the  nations  fear 

The  God  that  rules  above; 
He  brings  his  people  near, 

And  makes  them  tafte  his  love  ; 
While  earth  and  Iky 
Attempt  his  praife, 
His  faints  fhall  raife 
His  honours  high. 
PSALM  CXLVIII.    Paraphrafed.     Long  Metre. 
Univerfal  praife  to  God. 

1    T    OUD  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord, 

JLi  From  diftant  worlds  where  creatures  dwell ; 

Let  heaven  begin  the  folemn  word, 
And  found  it  dreadful  down  to  hell. 

Note,  This  Pfalm  may  be  fung  to  the  tune  of  the 
eld  1  \2th  or  127 'th  Pfahn,  if  thefe  two  lines  be  added 
to  every  Jlanza,  viz. 


PSALMS.  38.5 

"  Each  of  his  works  his  name  difplays, 
"  But  they  can  ne'er  complete  the  praife." 

Other  wife  it  mufl  be  Jung  to  the  ufual  tunes  of  the 
Long  Metre. 

2  The  Lord !  how  abfolute  he  reigns ! 

Let  every  angel  bend  the  knee: 
Sing  of  his  love  in  heavenly  ftrains, 
And  fpeak  how  fierce  his  terrors  be. 

3  High  on  a  throne  his  glories  dwell, 

An  awful  throne  of  mining  blifs: 
Fly  through  the  world,  O  fun,  and  tell 
How  dark  thy  beams,  compar'd  to  his. 

4  Awake,  ye  tempests,  and  his  fame 

In  founds  of  dreadful  praife  declare; 
Let  the  fweet  whifper  of  his  name 
Fill  every  gentler  breeze  of  air. 

5  Let  clouds,  and  winds,  and  waves  agree 

To  join  their  praife  with  blazing  fire; 
Let  the  firm  earth  and  rolling  fea 
In  this  eternal  fong  confpire. 

6  Ye  flowery  plains,  proclaim  his  fkill ; 

Ye  vallies  fink  before  his  eye  : 
And  let  his  praife  from  every  hill 
Rife  tuneful  to  the  neighb'ring  fky. 

7  Ye  flubborn  oaks,  and  (lately  pines, 

Bend  your  high  branches  and  adore : 
Praife  him,  ye  beafts,  in  different  ftrains  •, 
The  lamb  rnuft  bleat,  the  lion  roar. 
3C 


386  PSALMS. 

8  Ye  birds,  his  praife  muft  be  your  theme, 

Who  form'd  to  fing  your  tuneful  voice  ; 
While  the  dumb  fifh  that  cut  the  ftream 
In  his  protecting  care  rejoice. 

9  Mortals  can  you  refrain  your  tongue 

When  nature  all  around  you  fings  ? 
O !  for  a  fhout  from  old  and  young, 
From  humble  fwains,  and  lofty  kings. 

10  Wide  as  his  vafl  dominion  lies, 

Make  the  Creator's  name  be  known ; 
Loud  as  his  thunder  fhout  his  praife, 
And  found  it  lofty  as  his  throne. 

1 1  Jehovah!  'tis  a  glorious  word! 

O  may  it  dwell  on  every  tongue! 
But  faints,  who  beft  have  known  the  Lord, 
Are  bound  to  raife  the  nobleft  fong. 

12  Speak  of  the  wonders  of  that  love 

Which  Gabriel  plays  on  ev'ry  chord ; 
From  all  below  and  all  above, 
Sing  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord. 

PSALM  CXLVIII.    Short  Metre. 

Univerjal  praife. 

1    T"    ET  every  creature  join 

I  i     To  praife  th'  eternal  God ; 

Ye  heav'nly  hods,  the  fong  begin, 

And  found  his  name  abroad. 


PSALMS.  387 

2  Thou  fun,  with  golden  beams, 

And  moon  with  paler  rays, 
Ye  ftarry  lights,  ye  twinkling  flames, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praife. 

3  He  built  thofe  worlds  above, 

And  fix'd  their  wondrous  frame  \ 
By  his  command  they  ftand  or  move, 
And  ever  fpeak  his  name. 

4  Ye  vapours  when  ye  rife, 

Or  fall  in  fhow'rs  or  fnow, 
Ye  thunders,  murm'ring  round  the  fkies, 
His  pow'r  and  glory  fhew. 

5  "Wind,  hail,  and  flaming  fire, 

Agree  to  praife  the  Lord, 
When  ye  in  dreadful  florms  confpire 
To  execute  his  word, 

6  By  all  his  works  above 

His  honours  be  exprefs'd, 
But  faints  that  tafle  his  faving  love, 
Should  fing  his  praifes  bed. 

pause    the  firft. 

7  Let  earth  and  ocean  know 

They  owe  their  Maker  praife: 
Praife  him  ye  wat'ry  worlds  below, 
And  monfters  of  the  feas. 

8  From  mountains  near  the  fky 

Let  his  high  praife  refound — 
From  humble  fhrubs  and  cedars  high, 
And  vales  and  fields  around. 


38$  PSALMS. 

9  Ye  lions  of  the  wood, 

And  tamer  beads  that  graze, 
Ye  live  upon  his  daily  food, 
And  he  experts  your  praife. 

10  Ye  birds  of  lofty  wing, 

On  high  his  praifesbear; 
Or  fit  on  flowery  boughs,  and  ring 
Your  Maker's  glory  there. 

11  Ye  reptile  myriads,  join 
T'  exalt  his  glorious  name, 

And  flies,  in  beauteous  forms  that  fhine, 
His  wondrous  ikill  proclaim. 

1 2  By  all  the  earth-born  race, 
His  honours  be  exprefs'd ; 

But  faints,  that  know  his  heavenly  grace 
Should  learn  to  praife  him  beft. 

pause  the  fecond. 

1 3  Monarchs  of  wide  command, 
Praife  ye  th'  eternal  King — 

Judges  adore  that  fovereign  hand, 
Whence  all  your  honours  fpring. 

14  Let  vigorous  youth  engage 
To  found  his  praifes  high : 

While  growing  babes  and  with'ring  age 
Their  feebler  voices  try. 


PSALMS.  359 

15  United  zeal  be  fhown 

His  wondrous  fame  to  raife ; 
God  is  the  Lord ;  his  name  alone 
Deferves  our  endlefs  praife. 

16  Let  nature  join  with  art. 
And  all  pronounce  him  bleft, 

But  faints,  that  dwell  fo  near  his  heart, 
Should  fing  his  praifes  beft. 

PSALM  CXLIX.     Common  Metre. 

Praife  God,  all  his  faints  ;  or,  The  faints  judging  the 
world. 

1  \  LL  ye  that  love  the  Lord,  rejoice, 
JlX     And  let  your  fongs  be  new ; 
Amidft  the  church  with  cheerful  voice 

His  later  wonders  fhew. 

2  The  Jews,  the  people  of  his  grace, 

Shall  their  Redeemer  fing  ; 
And  Gentile  nations  join  the  praife, 
While  Zion  owns  her  king. 

3  The  Lord  takes  pleafure  in  the  juft, 

Whom  fmners  treat  with  fcorn  : 
The  meek,  that  lie  defpis'd  in  dull, 
Salvation  mall  adorn. 

4  Saints  mould  be  joyful  in  their  king, 

E'en  on  a  dying  bed ; 
And  like  the  fouls  in  glory  fing, 
For  God  mall  raife  the  dead. 


390  PSALMS. 

5  Then  his  high  praife  fhall  fill  their  tongues, 

Their  hand  fhall  wield  the  fword : 
And  vengeance  fhall  attend  their  fongs, 
The  vengeance  of  the  Lord. 

6  When  Chrift  his  judgment-feat  afcends, 

And  bids  the  world  appear, 
Thrones  are  prepar'd  for  all  his  friends, 
Who  humbly  lov'd  him  here. 

7  Then  fhall  they  rule  with  iron  rod, 

Nations  that  dar'd  rebel : 
And  join  the  fentence  of  their  God, 
On  tyrants  doom'd  to  hell. 

8  The  royal  finners,  bound  in  chains, 

New  triumph  fhall  afford  : 
Such  honour  for  the  faints  remains  : 
Praife  ye,  and  love  the  Lord. 

PSALM  CL.  ver.  1,  2,  6.  Common  Metre. 

dfong  °fPraife- 

1  T  N  God's  own  houfe  pronounce  his  praife, 
JL     His  grace  he  there  reveals ; 

To  heaven  your  joy  and  wonder  raife, 
For  there  his  glory  dwells. 

2  Let  all  your  facred  pafhons  move, 
While  you  rehearfe  his  deeds  ; 

But  the  great  work  of  faving  love 
Your  higheft  praife  exceeds. 


PSALMS.  391 

3  All  that  have  motion,  life  and  breath. 
Proclaim  your  Maker  blefs'd  ; 
Yet  when  my  voice  expires  in  death, 
My  foul  fhall  praife  him  beft. 


THE  CHRISTIAN  DOXOLOGY.  - 

Long  Metre. 

TO  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  three  in  one, 
Be  honour,  praife,  and  glory  giv'n 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav'n. 

Common  Metre. 

LET  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  be  ador'd, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known, 
Or  faints  to  love  the  Lord. 

Common    Metre.      Where   the  tune   includes   two 
Jtanzas. 

I. 

THE  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd, 
Who  calls  our  fouls  from  death, 
Who  faves  by  his  redeeming  word, 
A  new-creating  breath. 


392  PSALMS. 


II. 

To  praife  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit,  all  divine, 
The  one  in  three,  and  three  in  one, 

Let  faints  and  angels  join. 

Short  Metre. 

YE  angels,  round  the  throne, 
And  faints  that  dwell  below, 
Worfhip  the  Father,  praife  the  Son, 
And  blefs  the  Spirit  too. 

As  the  \\2>th  Pfalm. 

NOW  to  the  great  and  facred  Three, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 
Eternal  praife  and  glory  given, 
Through  all  the  worlds  where  God  is  known, 
By  all  the  angels  near  the  throne, 

And  all  the  faints  in  earth  and  heaven. 

As  the  148//6  Pfalm. 

TO  God  the  Father's  throne 
Perpetual  honours  raife  \ 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit  praife  : 

With  all  our  powers, 
Eternal  king, 
Thy  name  we  fing, 
While  faith  adores. 

THE  END. 


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ALL  ye  that  love  the  Lord  rejoice  3^9 

Almighty  Ruler  of  the  Ikies  35 

Almighty  God,  appear  and  fave  4* 

Along  the  banks  where  Babel's  current  flows  357 

Amidft  thy  wrath,  remember  love  io4 

Among  the  affembiies  of  the  great  2°" 

Among  the  princes,  earthly  gods  aI7 

And  will  the  God  of  grace  2°9 

Are  all  the  foes  of  Zion  fools  146 

Are  finners  now  fo  fenfelefs  grown  45 

Arife,  my  gracious  God  5* 

Awake,  my  foul  to  found  his  praife  2.8a 

Awake,  ye  faints,  to  praife  your  King  35° 

Behold  the  lofty  Iky  5 8 

Behold  the  love,  the  gen'rous  love  9^ 

Behold  the  morning  fun  59 

Behold  the  fure  foundation-ftone  301 

Behold  thy  waiting  fervant,  Lord-  3X5 

Behold  us,  Lord,  and  let  our  cry  146 

Behold,  O  God,  what  cruel  foes  204 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne  3J2, 

Blefo,  U  my  foul,  the  living  God  259 

Bleft  are  the  fons  of  peace  34^ 

Bleft  are  the  fouls  who  hear  and  know  2ZZ 

Bleft  are  the  undefil'd  in  heart  3°5 
2  T) 


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Bleft  is  the  man,  for  ever  bleft  8  7 

Bleft  is  the  man  whofe  breaft  can  move  III 

Bleft  is  the  man  who  fhuns  the  place  17 

Bleft  is  the  nation  where  the  Lord  89 

Children,  in  years  and  knowledge  young  93 

Come,  children,  learn  to  fear  the  Lord  95 

Come,  let  your  voices  join  to  raife  243 

Come,  found  his  praife  abroad  242 

Confider  all  my  forrows,  Lord  320 

David  rejoic'd  in  God  his  ftrength  65 

Deep  in  our  hearts  let  us  record  179 

Early,  my  God,  without  delay  157 

Exalt  the  Lord  our  God  2JI 

Far  as  thy  name  is  known  1 25 

Father,  I  blefs  thy  gentle  hand  324 

Father,  I  fingthy  wond'rous  grace  178 

Firm  and  unmov'd  are  they  334 

Firm  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bright  82- 

Fools,  in  their  hearts,  believe  and  fay  44 

For  ever  bleffed  be  the  Lord  370 

For  ever  fhall  my  fong  record  220 

From  age  to  age  exalt  his  name  276 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  Ikies  299 

From  deep  diftrefs  and  troubled  thoughts  341 

From  foes  that  round  us  rife  153 

Give  thanks  to  God,  he  reigns  above  275 

Give  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name  270 

Give  thanks  to  God  moft  high  353 

Give  thanks  to  God,  the  fov'reign  Lord  351 

Give  to  our  Lord  immortal  praife  355 

Give  to  the  Lord,  yc-fons  of  fame  81 

God  in  his  earthly  temple  lays  218 

God  is  the  refuge  of  his  faints.  121 

God,  myfupporter,  and  my  hope  188 

God  of  eternal  love  274 

God  of  my  childhood,  and  my  youth  183 

God  of  my  life,  look  gently  down  107 

God  of  my  mercy  and  my  praife  282 

God  is  the  Lord,  the  heav'nly  King  167 

Great  God,  attend  while  Zion  fmgs  21 1 


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Great  God,  attend  to  my  complaint  1 62 

Great  God,  how  oft  did  Ifrael  prove  203 

Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim  159 

Great  God,  the  heav'ns  well  order'd  frame  62 

Great  God,  whofe  univerfal  fway  185 

Great  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high  349 

Great  is  the  Lord;  his  works  of  might  287 

Great  is  the  Lord  our  God  124 

Great  Shepherd  of  thine  Ifrael  205 

Had  not  the  God  of  truth  and  love  332 

Happy  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord  290 

Happy  the  city,  where  their  fons  371 

Happy  the  man,  whofe  cautious  feet  19 

Hear  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  face  255 

Hear  what  the  Lord  in  vifion  faid  223 

Help,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail  43 

He  reigns ;  the  Lord,  the  faviour  reigns  346 

He  that  hath  made  his  refuge  God                             .  232 

High  in  the  heav'ns,  eternal  God  97 

How  blefs'd  the  man  to  whom  his  God  86 

How  awful  is  thy  chafl' ning  rod  1 98 

How  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face  43 

How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear  329 

How  faft  their  guilt  and  forrows  fife  48 

How  pleafant,  how  divinely  fair  2IO 

How  pleafant  'tis  to  fee  347 

How  pleas'd  and  blefs'd  was  I  330 

How  fhall  the  young  fecure  their  hearts  308 

If  God  fucceed  not,  all  the  coft  336 

If  God  to  build  the  houfe  deny  337 

I  lift  my  foul  to  God  74 

I'll  blefs  the  Lord  from  day  to  day  94 

I'll  praife  my  Maker  with  my  breath  377 

I'llfpeak  the  honours  of  my  King  1 1 8 

I  love  the  Lord,  he  heard  my  cries  297 

In  all  my  vaft  concerns  with  thee  363 

In  anger,  Lord,  do  not  chaftife  29 

In  God's  own  houfe  pronounce  his  praife  390 

In  Judah  God  of  old  was  known  195 

In  hafte,  O  God,  attend  my  call  18s 


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In  thee,  great  God,withfongsof  praife  64 

I  fet  the  Lord  before  my  face  51 

Is  there  ambition  in  my  heart  342 

It  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand  258 

I  w  aited  patient  for  the  Lord  1-8 

t  will  extol  thee,  Lord,  on  high  83 

Jehovah  reigns,  he  dwells  in  light  237 

Jefus  mall  reign  where'er  the  fun  1%6 

Jefus,  our  Lord,  afcend  thy  throne  285 

Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come  250 

"judge  me,  O  Cod,  and  plead  my  caufe  1 14 

Judge  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways  77 

Judges,  who  rule  the  world  by  laws  152 

Juft  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word  56 

Let  all  the  earth  their  voices  raife  245 

Let  all  the  heathen  writers  join  3  1 2 

Let  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds  -200 

Let  earth,  with  ev'ry  ifle  and  fea  248 

Let  every  creature  join  386 

Let  every  tongue  thy  goodnefs  fpeak  374 

Let  God  arife  in  all  his  might  1 71 

Let  finners  take  their  courfe  148 

Let  Zion  in  her  King  rejoice  122 

Let  Zion  and  her  fons  rejoice  257 

Let  Zion  praife  the  mighty  God  379 

Long  as  I  live  I'll  blefs  thy  name  372 

Lord,  I  am  thine;  but  thou  wilt  prove  52 

Lord,  I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  fin  140 

Lord,  I  can  fuffer  thy  rebukes  30 

Lord,  I  efteem  thy  judgments  right  31 1 

Lord,  if  thine  eyes  furvey  our  faults  229 

Lord,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice  313 

Lord,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray  27 

Lord,  I  will  blefs  thee  all  my  days    .  92 

Lord,  I  would  fpread  my  fore  diftrefs  142 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above  214 

Lord,  thou  haft  call'd  thy  grace  to  mind  316 

Lord,  thou  haft  heard  thy  fervant  cry  301 

Lord,  thou  haft  fcourg'd  our  guilty  Land  154 

T  ord,  thou  haft  fearch ?d  and  fees  me  through  359 


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Lord,  thou  haft  feen  my  foul  fincere  55 

Lord,  in  the  morning-  thou  fhalt  hear  27 

Lord,  'tis  a  pleafant  thing  to  ftand  336 

Lord,  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  old  1 15 

Lord,  what  a  feeble  piece  23 1 

Lord,  what  a  thoughtlefs  wretch  was  1  I  §9 

Lord,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man  370 
Lord,  what  was  man  when  made  at  firft  36 

Lord,  when  I  count  thy  mercies  o'er  365 

Lord,  when  thou  didft  afcend  on  high  1 73 

Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord  384 

Lo  !  what  a  glorious  Corner-ftone  304 

Lol  what  an  entertaining  fight  345 
Maker  and  fov'reign  Lord  20 

Mercy  and  judgment  are  my  fong  353 
Mine  eyes  and  my  defire  76 

My  God,  accept  my  early  vows  366 

My  God,  confider  my  diftrefs  317 
My  God,  how  many  are  my  fears  34 

My  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  fprings  151 

My  God,  my  everlafting  hope  181 

My  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praife  371 

My  God,  permit  my  tongue  160 

My  God,  the  fteps  of  pious  men  103 

My  God,  what  inward  grief  I  feel  363 
My  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name  84 

My  never-ceafing  fong  fhall  fhow  221 
My  refuge  is  the  God  of  love  40 

My  righteous  Judge,  my  gracious  God  368 

My  Saviour  and  my  King  117 

My  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend  1 8a 
My  fhepherd  is  the  living  Lord  70 

My  fhepherd  will  fupply  my  need  71 

My  foul,  how  lovely  is  the  place  21% 

My  foul  lies  cleaving  to  the  dull  32% 

My  foul,  repeat  his  praife  263 

My  fpirit  looks  to  God  alone  156 

My  foul,  thy  great  Creator  praife  265 

My  fpirit  finks  within  me,  Lord  1 13 
My  trufl  is  in  my  heav'nly  Friend  31 


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No  fleep  nor  flumbcr  to  his  eyes  344 

Not  to  our  names,  thou  only  juft  and  true  295 

Not  to  ourfelves,  who  are  but  duft  294 

Now  be  my  heart  infpired  to  fing  119 

Now  from  the  roaring  lion's  rage  68 

Now  I'm  convine'd  the  Lord  is  kind  187 

Now  let  our  lips,  with  holy  fear  176 

Now  let  cur  mournful  fongs  record  69 

Now  may  the  God  of  power  and  grace  63 

Now  fhall  my  folemn  vows  be  paid  169 

O  all  ye  nations  praife  the  Lord  399 

O  blefled  fouls  are  they  85 

O  blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul  262 

Of  juftice  and  of  grace  I  fing  354 

O  for  a  fhout  of  facred  joy  123 

O  God,  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries  I47 

O  God  of  grace  and  righteoufnefs  26 

O  God  of  mercy,  hear  my  call  143 

O  God  of  my  falvation,  hear  219 

O  God  to  whom  revenge  belongs  239 

O  happy  man,  whofe  foulisfilFd  338 

O  happy  nation,  where  the  Lord  9 1 

O  how  I  love  thy  holy  law  310 

O  Lord,  how  many  are  my  foes  25 

O  Lord,  our  heav'nly  King  3  a 

O  Lord,  our  Loid,  how  wond'rous  great  33 

O  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways  316 

O  that  thy  ftatutes  ev'ry  hour  321 

O  thou  that  hear'ft  when  finners  cry  I41 

O  thou  whofe  grace  and  juftice  reign  331 

O  thou,  whofe  juftice  reigns  on  high  I49 

Our  God,  our  help  in  nges  paft  228 

Out  of  the  deeps  of  long  diftrefs  •  340 

O  what  a  ftiif  rebellious  houie  201 

Praife  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  thee  165 

Praife  ye  the  Lord,  exalt  his  name  348 

Praife  ye  the  Lord,  my  heart  fhall  join  3,75 

Praife  ye  the  Lord :  'tis  good  to  raife  378 

Preferve  me,  Lord,  in  time  of  need  48 

Protect  us,  Lord,  from  fatal  harm  366 


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Rejoice,  ye  righteous,  in  the  Lord  88 
•Remember,  Lord,  our  mortal  ftate                                     .      225 

Return,  O  God  of  love,  return  230 

Salvation  is  for  ever  nigh  216 

Save  me,  O  God,  the  fwelling  floods  1 74 

Save  me,  O  Lord,  from  every  foe  50 

See  what  a  living  ftone  303 

Shew  pity,  Lord;  O  Lord  forgive  139 

Shine,  mighty  God,  on  Zion  fhinc  1 70 

Sing,  all  ye  nations,  to  the  Lord  168 

Sing  to  the  Lord  aloud  207 

Sing  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name  24I 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  difhant  lands  2,4.4 

Songs  of  immortal  praife  belong  286 

Soon  as  I  heard  my  Father  fay  79 

Sure  there's  a  righteous  God  190 

Sweet  is  the  mem'ry  of  thy  grace  373 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King  235 

Teach  me  the  meafure  of  my  days  106 

Th'  Almighty  reigns,  exalted  high  247 

That  man  is  blefs'd  who  ftands  in  awe  288 

The  earth  for  ever  is  the  Lord's  72 

Thee  will  I  love,  O  Lord,  my  ftrength  53 

The  God  Jehovah  reigns  250 

The  God  of  glory  fends  his  fummons  forth  13^ 

The  God  of  our  falvation  hears  1 63 

The  heav'ns  declare  thy  glory,  Lord  61 

The  King  of  faints,  how  fair  his  face  1 20 

The  Lord  appears  my  helper  now  300 

The  Lord,  how  wond'rous  are  his  ways  260 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns  238 

The  Lord  is  come,  the  heav'ns  proclaim  247 

The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is  72 

The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light  78 

The  Lord  of  glory  reigns,  he  reigns  on  high  237 

The  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  throne  129 

The  Lord,  the  Judge,  his  churches  warns  132 

The  Lord,  the  fov'reign  King  264 

The  Lord,  the  Sov'reign  fends  his  fummons  forth  133 

The  man  is  ever  blefs'd  18 


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The  praife  of  Zion  waits  for  thee  162. 

The  wonders,  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrought  1 10 

Think,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man  226 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made  3°2 

This  fpacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's  73 

Thou  art  my  portion,  O  my  God  3°7 

Thou  God  of  love,  thou  ever  bleft  325 

Thro'  ev'ry  age,  eternal  God  227 

Thrice  happy  man  who  fears  the  Lord  289 

Thus  I  refolv'd  before  the  Lord  106 

Thus  faith  the  Lord,  the  fpacious  fields  13° 

Thus  faith  the  Lord,  your  work  is  vain  1 09 

Thus  God,  the  eternal  Father,  fpake  283 

Thus  the  great  Lord  of  earth  and  fea  2,84 

Thy  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord  3*4 

Thy  name,  almighty  Lord  299 

Thy  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord  279 

'Tis  by  thy  ftrength  the  mountains  ftand  166 

To  God  I  cry'd  with  mournful  voice  197 

To  God  1  made  my  furrows  known  3^7 

To  God,  the  great,  the  ever  blefs'd  273 

To  heav'n  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes  327 

To  thee,  O  God  of  truth  and  love  83 

To  thee,  O  Lord,  I  raife  my  cries  80 

To  our  almighty  Maker,  God  249 

To  thee,  before  the  dawning  light  3C& 

To  thee,  moft  high  and  holy  God  194 

To  thine  almighty  arm  we  owe  57 

'T was  for  our  fake,  eternal  God  1 80 

'T was  from  thy  hand,  my  God,  I  came  361 

'Twas  in  the  watches  of  the  night  158 

Vain  man,  on  foolifh  pleafures  bent  277 

Unfhaken  as  the  facred  hill  33$ 

Up  from  my  youth,  may  Ifrael  fay  339 

Up  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes  326 

Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes  328 

We  blefs  the  Lord,  the  juft,  the  good  1 73 

Wc  love  thee,  Lord,  and  we  adore  56 

What  fhail  I  render  to  my  God  298 


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Wfeen  Chrift  to  judgment  fhalj  defcend  131 

"When  God  is  nigh,  my  faith  is  ftroog  49 

When  God  provok'd  with  daring  crimes  280 

When  God  reftor'd  our  captive  ftate  335 

When  God  reveal'd  his  gracious  name  ibid 

When  Ifrael  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand  293 

When  Ifrael  finn'd,  the  Lord  reprov'd  202 

When  I  with  pleafing  wonder  ft  and  364 

When  man  grows  bold  in  fin  99 

When  overwhelmed  with  grief  155 

When  pain  and  anguifh  feize  me,  Lord  323 

When  the  great  Judge,  fupreme  and  jufi  37 

Where  fhall  the  man  be  found  75 

Where  (hall  we  go  to  leek  and  find  343 

While  I  keep  filence,  and  conceal  88 

While  men  grow  bold  in  wicked  ways  98 

Who  fhall  afcend  thy  heav'nly  place  47 

Who  {hall  inhabit  in  thy  hill  46 

Who  will  arife  and  plead  my  right  240 

Why  did  the  Jews  proclaim  their  rage  22 

Why  did  the  nations  join  to  flay  21 

Why  fhould  the  mighty  make  their  boaft  144 

Why  fhould  the  haughty  hero  boaft  145 

Why  do  the  proud  infult  the  poor  128 

Why  do  the  wealthy  wicked  boaft  102 

Why  doth  the  Lord  depart  fo  far  39 

Why  doth  the  man  of  riches  grow  126. 

Why  has  my  God  my  foul  forfook  66 

Why  fhould  I  vex  my  foul,  and  fret  ico 

Will  God  for  ever  caft  us  off                                            ■  192 

With  all  my  powers  of  heart  and  tongue  358 

With  earneft  longings  of  the  mind  112. 

With  my  whole  heart  I'll  raife  my  fong  36 

With  my  whole  heart  I've  fought  thy  face  318 

With  reverence  let  the  faints  appear  iz\ 

With  fongs  and  honours,  founding  loud  380 

Would  vou  behold  the  works  of  Go.d  2 -  8 

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SPIRITUAL     SONGS, 

IN  THREE  BOOKS. 

I.  COLLECTED  FROM   THE    SCRIPTURES. 

II.  COMPOSED  ON   DIVINE    SUBJECTS. 

III.  PREPARED   FOR   THE   LORD'S    SUPPER. 


BY    I.    WATTS,     D.  D. 


And  they  sung  a  new  Song,  saying,    Thou  art  worthy,   &e.  for 
thou  wast  slain,  and  hast  redeemed  us,  &x. Rev.  v.  9. 

Soliti   essent    (i.  e.  Christian!)    convenire,    carnienque  Christo 
quasi  Deo  dicere. Plinius  in  Epist. 


PHILADELPHIA  : 
PRINTED    BY    ARCHIBALD    BARTRAM, 

for  thomas  dobson,  at  the  stone  house, 
no.  41,  south  second  street. 

i8oj. 


PREFACE. 


WHILE  we  ling  the  praifes  of  cur  God  in  his  church,  we 
are  employed  in  that  part  of  worfhip  which,  of  all  ethers, 
is  the  neareft  a-kin  to  heaven  ;  and  it  is  pity  that  this,  of  all 
others,  fhouid  be  performed  the  worft  upon  earth.  The  gofpel 
brings  us  nearer  to  the  heavenly  ftate  than  all  the  former  difpen- 
fations  of  God  amongft  men  ;  and  in  thefe  laft  days  of  the  gof- 
pel  we  are  brought  almoft  within  fight  of  the  kingdom  of  our 
Lord ;  yet  we  are  very  much  unacquainted  with  the  fongs  of  the 
New  Jerufilem,  and  unpra&ifed  in  the  work  of  praife.  To  fee 
the  dull  indifference,  the  negligent  and  the  thoughtlefs  air,  that 
fits  upon  the  faces  of  a  whole  allembly,  while  the  Pfalm  is  on 
their  lips,  might  tempt  even  a  charitable  obferver  to  fUfpe&  the 
fervency  of  inward  religion  ;  and  it  is  much  to  be  feared,  that 
the  minds  of  moft  of  the  worfhippers  are  abfent  or  unconcerned. 
Perhaps  the  modes  of  preaching  in  the  beft  churches,  ftill  want 
fome  degrees  of  reformation  ;  nor  are  the  methods  of  prayer  £* 
perfect,  as  to  Hand  in  need  of  no  correction  or  improvement, 
.but  of  all  our  religious  folemnities,  Pfalmcdy  is  the  moft  unhappily 
managed  ;  that  very  action,  which  fnould  elevate  us  to  the 
moft  delightful  and  divine  fenfations,  doth  not  only  flatten  our 
devotion,  but  too  often  awakes  our  regret,  and  touches  all  the 
fprings  of  uneafinefs  within  us. 

1  have  been  long  convinced,  that  one  great  occafion  of  this 
evil  arifes  from  the  matter  and  words  to  which  we  confine  all  oi:r 
fongs.  Some  cf  them  are  almoft  oppofite  to  the  fpirit  of  the 
gofpel :  many  of  them  foreign  to  the  ftate  of  the  New  Tefta- 
ment,  and  widely  different  from  the  prefent  circumftances  of 
Chrillians.  Hence  it  comes  to  pafs,  that  when  fpiritual  affec- 
tions are  excited  within  us,  and  our  fouls  are  raifed  a  little  abore 
this  earth  in  the  beginning  of  a  pfalm,  we  are  checked  on  a 
fudden,  in  our  afcent  toward  heaven,  by  fome  expfeffiens  that 
are  moft  fuitable  to  the  days  of  carnal  ordinances,  and  fit  only  to 
be  fung  in  the  ivorfJly  faticJuary.  When  we  are  juft  entering 
into  an  evangelic  frame,  by  fome  of  the  glories  of  the  gofpel 
prefented  in  the  brighteft  figures  of  Judaifm,  yet  the  very  next 
line,  perhaps,  which  the  clerk  parcels  out  unto  us,  hath  fome- 
thing  in  it  fo  extremely  Jewifli  and  cloudy,  that  it  darkens  out- 
fight of  God  the  Saviour.  Thus,  by  keeping  too  clofe  to.  David 
•n  the  hoafe  of  God,  the  vail  of  Mofes  is  thrown  ore*  our  hearts. 


iv  PREFACE. 

While  we  are  kindling  into  divine  love  by  the  meditations  of  the 
loving  kindnefs  of  God,  and  the  multitude  of  his  tender  mercies  ;  within 
a  few  verfes  fome  dreadful  curfe  againft  men  is  propofed  to  our 
lips;  that  God  iron  Id  add  iniquity  unto  their  iniquity,  nor  let  them  come 
into  his  righteoifncfs,  but  hlot  them  out  of  the  bcoi  of  the  living,  Pfal. 
lxix.  26,  28,  which  is  fo  contrary  to  the  new  commandment  of 
loving  our  enemies  ;  and  even  under  the  Old  Tcftament  is  beft  ac- 
counted for,  by  referring  it  to  the  fpirit  of  prophetic  vengeance. 
Some  fentences  of  the  Pfalmift,-that  are  exprefiive  cf  the  temper 
of  our  own  hearts,  and  the  circumftances  of  our  lives,  may  com- 
pofe  our  fpirits  to  ferioufnefs,  and  allure  us  to  a  fweet  retirement 
within  ourfelves ;  but  we  meet  with  a  following  line,  which  fo 
peculiarly  belongs  but  to  one  action  or  hour  t)f  the  life  of  David 
or  of  Afaph,that  breaks  off  our  fong  in  the  midft  ;  and  our  confei- 
ences  are  affrighted  left  we  fhould  fpeak  a  falfehood  unto  God : 
thus  the  powers  of  our  fouls  are  mocked  on  a  fudden,  and  our 
fpirits  ruffled,  before  we  have  time  to  reflect,  that  this  may  be 
lung  only  as  a  hiftory  of  ancient  faints  ;  and,  perhaps,  in  fome 
inltances,  that  faho  is  hardly  fufficient  neither  :  beiides,  it  almoft 
always  fpoils  the  devotion,  by  breaking  the  uniform  thread  of  it; 
for  while  our  lips  and  our  hearts  run  on  fwcetly  together,  apply- 
ing the  words  to  our  own  cafe,  there  is  fome  thing  of  divine  de- 
light iu  it :  but  at  once  we  are  forced  to  turn  off  the  application 
abruptly,  and  our  lips  fpeak  nothing  but  the  heart  of  David. 
Thfts  our  own  hearts  are,  as  it  were,  forbid  the  purfuit  of  the 
fong,  and  then  the  harmony  and  the  worihip  grow  dull  of  mere 
neceffity. 

Many  mini  iters,  and  many  private.  Chriftians,  have  long 
groaned  under  this  inconvenience,  and  have  wilhed,  rather  than 
attempted  a  reformation  :  at  their  importunate  and  repeated  re- 
queues, I  have  for  fome  years  pad  devoted  many  hours  of  leifure 
to  this  fervice.  Far  be  it  from  my  thoughts  to  lay  afide  the 
Book  of  Pfalms  in  public  worihip ,  few  can  pretend  fo  great  a 
value  for  them  as  niyfelf ;  it  is  the  mod  noble,  molt  devotional, 
and  divine  collection  of  poefy;  r.nd  nothing  can  be  fuppofed  more 
proper  to  raife  a  pious  foul  to  heaven,  than  fome  parts  of  that 
book ;  never  wr.s  a  piece  of  experimental  divinity  fo  nobly  writ- 
ten, and  fo  juftly  reverenced  and  admired;  but  it  muft  be  ac- 
knowledged itill,  that  there  are  a  thoufand  lines  in  it  which  were 
not  made  for  a  church  in  cnir  days  to  affume  as  its  own  :  there 
are  alfo  many  deficiencies  of  light  and  glory,  which  our  Lord 
]efus  and  his  apoftles  have  fupplied  in  the  writings  of  the  New 
"1  'tllamcnt :    and  with  this   advantage   1  have  compoied  thefe 


PREFACE.  v 

fpirltual  fongs,  which  are  now  prefented  to  the  world.  Nor  is 
the  attempt  vainglorious  or  prefuming ;  for,  in  refpeft  of  clear 
evangelical  knowledge,  The  leajl  in  the  kingdom  of  heaven  is  greater 
than  all  the  Jeivijh  proplxts,   Matt.  xi.  II. 

Now  let  me  give  a  fhort  account  of  the  following  compcfures. 
The  o-reateft  part  of  them  are  fuited  to  the  general  ftate  of 
the  crofpel,  and  the  moft  common  affairs  of  Chrifti'ans.  I  hope 
there  will  be  very  few  found  but  what  may  properly  be  ufed  in  a 
religious  affembly,  and  none  of  them  but  may  well  be  adapted  to 
fome  feafons,  either  of  private  or  public  worfhip.  The  moft 
frequent  tempers  and  changes  of  our  fpirit  and  conditions  of  our 
life,  are  here  copied,  and  the  breathings  of  our  piety  expreffed, 
according  to  the  variety  of  our  paffions,  our  love,  our  fear,  our 
hope,  our  defire,  our  forrow,  our  wonder,  and  our  joy,  as  they  are 
refined  into  devotion,  and  a6t  under  the  influence  and  conduct 
of  the  bleffed  Spirit ;  all  converfmg  with  God  the  Father  by  the 
new  and  living  way  of  accefs  to  the  throne,  even  the  perfon 
and  mediation  of  our  Lord  jefus  Chrifh.  To  him  alfo,  even  to 
the  Lamh  that  ivasjlain  and  noiv  lives,  I  have  addreffed  many  a  feng, 
for  thus  doth  the  holy  Scripture  inftruct  and  teach  us  to  worfhip, 
in  the  various  fhort  patterns  of  Chriftian  Pfalmody  defcribed  in 
the  revelations.  I  have  avoided  the  more  obfeure  and  contro- 
verted points  of  Chriftianity,  that  we  might  all  obey  the  direc- 
tion of  the  word  of  God,  and  Jing  his  praifss  ivith  undemanding, 
Pfal.  xlvii.  7.  The  contentions  and  difcinguifning  words  of 
feels  and  parties  are  fecluded,  that  whole  affemblies  might  ailift 
the  harmony,  and  different  churches  join  in  the  fame  worfhip 
without  offence. 

If  any  expreffions.  occur  to  the  reader  that  favour  of  an  opi- 
nion different  from  his  own,  yet  he  may  obferve,  thefe  are  ge- 
nerally fuch  as  are  capable  of  an  extenfive  fenfe,  and  may  be  ufed 
with  a  charitable  latitude.  I  think  it  is  moft  agreeable,  that 
what  is  provided  for  public  fingitig,  fhould  give  to  iincere  confer- 
ences as  little  difturbance  as  poilible.  However,  where  any 
unpleafing  word  is  found,  he  that  leads  the  worfhip  may  fubfti- 
tute  a  better  ;  for  (bk-fied  be  God :  we  are  not  confined  to  the 
words  of  any  man  in  our  public  Solemnities. 

The  whole  book  is  written  in  four  forts  of  metre,  and  fitted 
to  the  molt  common  tunes.  1  have  feldom  permitted  a  flop  in 
the  middle  of  a  line,  and  feldom  left  the  end  of  a  line  without 
one,  to  comport  a  little  with  the  unhappy  mixture  of  reading 
and  finding,  which  cannot  prefently  be  reformed.  The  meta- 
phors ars  generally  fuukto  the  level  of  vulgar  capacities.  I  have 


vi  PREFACE. 

aimed  at  eafe  of  numbers,  and  fmoothnefs  of  found,  and  endea- 
voured to  make  the  fenfe  plain  and  obvious.  If  the  yerfe  ap- 
pears fo  gentle  and  flowing  as  to  incur  the-  cenfure  of  fcebknefs, 
1  may  honeftly  affirm,  that  fome times  it  cofts  me  labour  to  make 
it  io  Some  of  the  beauties  of  pocfy  are  neglected,  and  fome 
wilfully  defaced  :  I  have  thrown  out  the  lines  that  were  too  fo- 
norous,  and  have  given  an  allay  to  the  verfe,  left  a  more  exalted 
turn  of  thought  or  language  fhould  darken  or  dilturb  the  devo- 
tion of  the  weakeft  fouls.  But  hence  it  comes  to  pafs,  that  I 
have  been  forced  to  lay  aiide  many  hymns  after  tney  were  nniili- 
ed,  and  utterly  exclude  them  from  this  volume,  becaufe  of  the 
bolder  figures  of  fpeech  that  crowded  themieives  into  the  verfe, 
and  a  more  unconfined  variety  of  numbers,  which  I  could  not  ea- 
fily  reltrain. 

Thefe  with  many  other  divine  and  moral  compofures,  are  now 
printed  in  a  fecond  edition  of  the  poems  entitled  Hera  Lyrica  ; 
for  as  in  that  book  I  have  endeavoured  to  pleafe  and  profit  the 
politer  part  cf  mankind,  without  offending  the  pla.ner  fort  of 
Chriftians,  fo  in  this  it  has  been  my  labour  to  promote  the  pious 
entertainment  of  fouls  truly  ferious,  even  of  the  meaueit  capa- 
city, and  at  the  lame  time  (if  poflible  not  to  give  difguft  to  per* 
fons  of  richer  fenfe,  and  nicer  education  ;  and  I  hope  in  the  pre- 
fer^ volume,  this  end  will  appear  to  be  purfued  with  much  great- 
er happinefs,  than  in  the  firft  imprefOon  of  it,  though  the  world 
affures  me  the  former  hasjiot  much  reafon  to  complain. 

The  whole  is  divided  into  three  books. 

In  the  firft,  1  have  borrowed  the  fenfe  and  much  of  the  form 
of  the  fong  from  fome  particular  portions  of  fcripture,  and  have 
parapbrafed  mou  of  the  doxologies  in  the  New  Teftament,  that 
contain  any  thing  in  them  peculiarly  evangelical ;  and  many  parts 
of  the  Old  Teftament  alfo,  and  have  a  reference  to  the  times  of 
the  Meffiah.  In  thefe  I  expect  to  be  often  cenfured  for  a  too  re- 
ligious obfervance  of  the  words  of  fcripture.  whereby  the.  verfe 
is  weakened  and  debafed,  according  to  the  judgment  of  the  cri- 
tics :  but  as  my  whole  defign  was  to  aid  the  devotion  of  Chrifti- 
ans, fo  more  efpecially  in  this  part :  and  1  am  fatisfied  I  fhall 
hereby  attain  two  ends,  (viz. J  affift  the  worfhip  of  all  ferious 
minds,  to  whom  the  expreffions  of  fcripture  are  ever  dear  and 
delightful,  and  gratify  the  taite  and  inclination  of  thofe  who 
think  nothing  muit  be  lung  unto  God  but  the  translations  of  his 
own  word.  Yet  you  will  always  find  in  this  paraphrafe  dark 
expreilions  enlightened,  and  the  Levitical  ceremonies  and  He- 
brew fornjs   of  fpeech  changed  into  the  worfhip  of  the  gofpd. 


PREFACE.  Vii 

^v.d  explained  in  t^he  language  of  our  time  and  nation:  and  what 
would  not  bear  fuch  an  alteration,  is  omitted  and  laid  afide. 
After  this  manner  fhould  I  rejoice  to  fee  a  good  part  of  the  book  of 
Pfilms  fitted  for  the  ufe  of  our  churches,  and  David  converted 
into  a  Chriftiau :  but  becaufe  1  cannot  perfuade  others  to  attempt 
this  glorious  v/crl:,  1  have  fuffered  rayfelf  to  be  perfuaded  to  be- 
gin ic,  and  have,  through  divine  goodnefs,  already  proceeded 
halfway  through. 

The  fecond part  confifts  of  hymns,  whofe  form  is  of  mere  hu- 
man con.pofure  ;  but  I  hope  the  fenfe  and  materials  will  always 
appear  divine.  I  might  have  brought  fome  text  or  other,  and 
applied  it  to  the  margin  of  every  verfe,  if  this  method  had  been 
as  ufeful  as  it  was  eafy  If  there  be  any  poems  in  the  book  that 
are  capable  of  giving  delight  to  perfons  of  a  more  refined  tafte, 
and  polite  education,  perhaps  they  may  be  found  in  this  part ;  but 
except  they  lay  afide  the  humour  of  criticifm,  and  enter  into  a 
devout  frame,  every  ode  here  already  defpairs  of  pleafing.  I 
confefs  myfelf  to  have  been  too  often  tempted  away  from  the 
more  fpiritual  xlefigns  I  propofed,  by  fome  gay  and  flowery  ex- 
prefTions  that  gratified  the  fancy  ;  the  bright  images  too  often 
prevailed  above  the  fire  of  divine  affection,  and  the  light  exceed- 
ed the  heat  :  yet,  I  hope  in  many  of  them  the  reader  will  find, 
that  devotion  dictated  the  fong,  and  the  head  and  hand  were 
nothing  but  interpreters  and  fecretaries  to  the  heart :  nor  is  the 
magnificence  or  boldnefs  of  the  figures  comparable  to  that  di- 
vine licence  which  is  found  in  the  eighteenth  and  fixty-eighth 
Pfalms,  feveral  chapters  of  Job,  and  other  poetical  parts  of 
fcripture :  and  in  this  refpect  I  may  hope  to  efcape  the  reproof 
of  thofe  who  pay  a  facred  reverence  to  the  Koly  Bible. 

I  have  prepared  the  third  part  only  for  the  celebration  of  \h% 
Lord's  fupper,  that,  in  imitation  of  our  bleffed  Saviour,  we  may 
fing  an  hymn  after  we  have  partaken  of  the  bread  and  wine. 
Here  you  will  find  fome  paraphrafes  of  fcripture,  and  fome 
other  compofitions.  There  are  above  an  hundred  hymns  in  the 
two  former  parts,  that  may  very  properly  be  ufed  in  this  ordi- 
nance, and  fometimes  perhaps  appear  more  fuitable  than  any  of 
thefe  laft :  but  there  are  expreffions  generally  ufed  in  thefe,  which 
confine  them  only  to  the  table  of  the  Lord  ;  and  therefore  I  have 
diftinguifhed  and  fet  them  by  themfelves. 

If  the  Lord,  who  inhabits  the  praifes  of  Ifrael,  fhall  refufe 
to  fmile  upon  this  attempt  for  the  reformation  of  Pfalmody 
among  the  churches,  yet  I  humbly  hope  that  his  bleffed  Spirit, 
will  make  thefe  compofures  ufeful  to  private  Chriftians;  and  if 


viii  PREFACE. 

they  may  but  attain  the  honour  of  being  efteemed  pious  medi- 
tations to  afiift  the  devout  and  retired  foul  in  the  exercifes  of  love, 
faith  and  joy,  'twill  be  a  valuable  compenfation  of  my  labours; 
my  heart  fhall  rejoice  at  the  notice  of  it,  and  my  God  fhall  re- 
ceive the  glory.  This  was  my  hope  and  view  in  the  firfl  publi- 
cation ;  and  it  is  now  my  duty  to  acknowledge  to  Him,  with 
thankfulnefs,  howufeful  he  has  made  thefe  compofitions  already, 
to  the  comfort  and  edification  of  focieties,  and  of  private  perfons. 
And  upon  the  fame  grounds  I  have  a  better  profpecft,  and  a 
bigger  hope  of  much  more  fervice  to  the  church,  by  the  large 
improvements  of  this  edition,  if  the  Lord,  who  dwells  in  Sion, 
fball  favour  it  with  his  continued  bleffrng. 

Note,  "  In  all  the  longer  hymns,  and  in  fome  of  the  fhorter, 
"  there  are  feveral  ftanzas  inclofed  in  crotchets  thus  [],  which 
"  ftanzas  may  be  left  cut  in  finging,  without  difturbing  the  fenfe. 
"  Thofe  parts  are  alfo  inclofed  in  fuch  crotchets,  which  contain 
"words  too  poetical  for  meaner  underftandings,  or  too  particular 
"  for  whole  congregations  to  fing.  But  after  all,  it  is  bcfr.  in 
"  public  pfalmody  for  the  mimfrer  to  choofe  the  particular  parts 
"  and  verfes  of  the  pfaim  or  hymn  that  is  to  be  fung,  rather 
"  than  leave  it  to  the  judgement  or  cafual  determination  of  him 
I"  that  leads  the  tune." 

Note,  "  Since  the  fixth  edition  of  this  book,  the  author  has 
"  finifhed  what  he  had  fo  long  promifed,  viz.  The  Pfalms  of  Da- 
"  <vid  imitated  in  the  language  of  the  Neiv  Tejlamemt :  which  the 
"  world  feems  to  have  received  with  approbation,  by  the  fale 
"  of  fome  thoufands  in  a  year 's  time.  There  the  reader  will  find 
"  thofe  pfalms,  which  were  left  out  of  all  the  latter  editions  of 
"  thofe  hymns,  inferted  in  their  proper  places.  It  is  prefumed 
"  that  that  book,  in  conjunction  with  this,  may  appear  to  be 
"  fuch  a  fufficient  provifron  for  pfalmody,  as  to  anfwer  moil  oc- 
"  cafrons  of  the  Chriftian's  life  ;  and  if  an  author's  own  opinion 
"  may  be  taken,  he  efteems  it  the  greafceft  work  that  ever  he  has 
"  publifhed,  or  ever  hopes  to  do,  for  the  ui'c  of  the  churches." 

March  3d,  1719-20. 


HYMNS 


AND 


SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 


BOOK    I. 

COLLECTED  FROM  THE  HOLY  SCRIPTURES, 


I.     A  new  Song  to  the  Lamb  that  was  jlain, 
Rev.  v.  6,  8,  9,  10,  12. 

1  T>  EHOLD  the  glories  of  the  Lamb 
■  J  Amidft  his  Father's  throne  : 

Prepare  new  honours  for  his  name, 
And  fongs  before  unknown. 

2  Let  elders  worfhip  at  his  feet, 

The  church  adore  around, 
"With  vials  full  of  odours  fweet, 
And  harps  of  fweeter  found. 

3  Thofe  are  the  prayers  of  the  faints, 

And  thefe  the  hymns  they  raife  : 
Jefus  is  kind  to  our  complaints, 
He  loves  to  hear  our  praife. 
D 


10  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

[4-  Eternal  Father,  who  fhall  look 
Into  thy  fecret  will  ? 
Who  but  the  Son  fhall  take  that  book, 
And  open  ev'ry  feal  ? 

5  He  fhall  fulfil  thy  great  decrees, 

The  Son  defer ves  it  well ; 
Lo,  in  his  hand  the  fov'reign  keys 
Of  heav'n,  and  death,  and  hell !] 

6  Now  to  the  Lamb  that  once  was  flairs 

Be  endlefs  bleffings  paid  ; 
Salvation,  glory,  joy,  remain 
For  ever  on  thy  head. 

7  Thou  haft  redeem'd  our  fouls  with  blood, 

Haft  fet  the  pris'ners  free ; 
Haft  made  us  kings  and  priefts  to  God, 
And  we  fhall  reign  with  thee. 

8  The  worlds  of  nature  and  of  grace 

Are  put  beneath  thy  pow'r  ; 

Then  fhorten  thefe  delaying  days, 

And  bring  the  promis'd  hour. 

II.      The  deity  and  humanity  of  Chrifl,  John  i.  1,3, 
14,  and  Co\.  i.  16,  and  Eph.  iii.  9,  10. 

1  T?  RE  the  blue  heav'n  s  were  ftretch'd  abroad, 
_X_j    From  everlafting  was  the  Word ; 

With  God  he  was  ;  the  word  was  God, 
And  muft  divinely  be  ador'd. 

2  By  his  own  pow'r  all  things  were  made  ; 
By  him  fupported  all  things  ftand  ; 

He  is  the  whole  creation's  head, 
And  angels  fly  at  his  command. 


B.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  U 

3  Ere  fin  was  born,  or  Satan  fell, 
He  led  the  hoft  of  morning  ftars  ; 
(Thy  generation  who  can  tell, 
Or  count  the  number  of  thy  years  ?) 

4f  But  lo,  he  leaves  thofe  heav'nly  forms, 
The  Word  defcends  and  dwells  in  clay, 
That  he  may  converfe  hold  with  worms  ; 
Drefs'd  in  fuch  feeble  flefh  as  they. 

5  Mortals  with  joy  beheld  his  face, 
Th'  eternal  Father's  only  Son  : 

How  full  of  truth  !  how  full  of  grace  \ 
When  through  his  eyes  the  Godhead  fhone  f 

6  Archangels  leave  their  high  abode, 
To  learn  new  myft'ries  here,  and  tell 
The  loves  of  our  defcending  God, 
The  glories  of  Immanuel. 

III.     The  nativity  of  Chrifl,  Luke  i.  30,  &C 
Luke  ii.  10,  &c. 

I   T>EHOLD  the  grace  appears, 
J3  The  promife  is  fulfilFd  ; 
Mary,  the  wond'rous  virgin,  bears, 
And  Jefus  is  the  child. 

[2  The  Lord,  the  higheft  God, 
Calls  him  his  only  Son  ; 
He  bids  him  rule  the  lands  abroad, 
And  gives  him  David's  throne. 


n  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

3  O'er  Jacob  fhall  he  reign 

With  a  peculiar  fway  : 
The  nations  mall  his  grace  obtain, 
His  kingdom  ne'er  decay.] 

4  To  bring  the  glorious  news, 

A  heav'nly  form  appears  ; 
He  tells  the  fhepherds  of  their  joys, 
And  banifhes  their  fears. 

5  "  Go,  humble  fwains,"  faid  he, 

u  To  David's  city  fly  : 
"  The  promis'd  infant,  born  to-day, 
"  Doth  in  a  manger  lie. 

6  "  With  looks  and  hearts  ferene, 

«  Go  vjfit  Chrift  your  king  f 
And  flraight  a  flaming  troop  was  feen  : 
The  fhepherds  heard  them  fing  : 

7  «  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 

«  And  heav'nly  peace  on  earth  ; 
"  Good-will  to  men,  to  angels  joy, 
«  At  the  Redeemer's  birth." 

[8  In  worfhip  fo  divine 

Let  faints  employ  their  tongues*, 
With  the  celeftial  hofts  we  join, 
And  loud  repeat  their  fongs  : 

9  «  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 

w  And  heav'nly  peace  on  earth  \ 
«  Good-will  to  men,  to  angels  joy, 
«  At  our  Redeemer's  birth."} 


B.  L  SPIRITUAL  SONGS,  13 

IV.  Referred  to  the  2d  Psalm. 

V.      Submiffion  to  afflictive  Providences  >  Job  i.  21. 

1  Tk  TAKED  as  from  the  earth  we  came, 
J^    And  crept  to  life  at  firft.; 

We  to  the  earth  return  again, 
And  mingle  v/ith  our  dull. 

2  The  dear  delights  we  here  enjoy, 

And  fondly  call  our  own, 
Are  but  fhort  favours  borrow'd  now, 
To  be  repaid  anon. 

3  'Tis  God  that  lifts  our  comforts  high^ 

Or  fmks  them  in  the  grave  ; 
He  gives,  and  (bleffed  be  his  name!) 
He  takes  but  what  he  gave. 

4  Peace  all  our  angry  paflions  then  ! 

Let  each  rebellious  figh 

Be  filent  at  his  fov'reign  will, 

And  ev*ry  murmur  die. 

5  If  fmiling  mercy  crown  our  lives, 

Its  praifes  mall  be  fpread  5 
And  we'll  adore  the  juftice  too 
That  ftrikes  our  comforts  dead. 

VI.  Triumph  over  Death,  Job  xix.  25,  26,  27. 

1   r^\  REAT  God,  I  own  thy  fentence  juft, 
VJJT    And  nature  muft  decay ; 
I  yield  my  body  to  the  duft, 
To  dwell  with  fellow-clay. 


14  HYMNS  AND  B.  * 

2  Yet  faith  may  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 

And  trample  on  the  tombs  ; 
My  Jefus,  my  Redeemer  lives, 
My  God,  my  Saviour  comes. 

3  The  mighty  Conqu'ror  fhall  appear 

High  on  a  royal  feat, 
And  death,  the  lafl  of  all  his  foes, 
Lie  vanquifh'd  at  his  feet. 

4  Though  greedy  worms  devour  my  fki% 

And  gnaw  my  wafting  flefh, 
When  God  fhall  build  my  bones  again;, 
He'll  clothe  them  all  afrefh : 

5  Then  fhall  I  fee  thy  lovely  face 

"With  ftrong  immortal  eyes, 
And  feaft  upon  thy  unknown  grace 
With  pleafure  and  furprife. 

VII.    The  invitation  of  the  Go/pel :  or,  Spiritual  food 

and  clothing,  Ifa.  Iv.  1,2,  &c. 
1    T    ET  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend, 
1  j   And  ev'ry  heart  rejoice, 
The  trumpet  of  the  gofpel  founds 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

£ 2  Ho  !   all  ye  hungry  flarving  fouls, 
That  feed  upon  the  wind, 
And  vainly  ftrive  with  earthly  toys 
To  fill  an  empty  mind ; 
3  Eternal  wifdom  has  prepar'd 
A  foul-reviving  feaft, 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites  . , 

The  rich  provifion  tafte. 


B.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  15 

4  Ho !  ye  that  pant  for  living  ftreams, 

And  pine  away  and  die ; 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirft 
With  fprings  that  never  dry. 

5  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here 

In  a  rich  ocean  join  ; 
Salvation  in  abundance  flows, 
Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 

6  Ye  perifhing  and  naked  poor, 

Who  work  with  mighty  pain, 
To  weave  a  garment  of  your  own, 
That  will  not  hide  your  fin. 

7  Come  naked,  and  adorn  your  fouls 

In  robes  prepar'd  by  God, 
Wrought  by  the  labours  of  his  Son, 
And  dy'd  in  his  own  blood.] 

8  Dear  God  !  the  treafures  of  thy  love 

Are  everlafting  mines, 
Deep  as  our  helplefs  mis'ries  are, 
And  boundlefs  as  our  fins  ! 

9  The  happy  gates  of  gofpel  grace, 

Stand  open  night  and  day : 
Lord,  we  are  come  to  feek  fupplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 

VIII.     The  fafety  and  protection  of  the  church* 
Ifa.  xxvi.    I,  2,  3,  4,  5,  6. 

1   "f  TOW  honourable  is  the  place 
IT.  Where  we  adoring  ftand : 
Zion,  the  glory  of  the  earth, 
And  beauty  of  the  land  \ 


16  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

2  Bulwarks  of  mighty  grace  defend 

The  city  where  we  dwell ; 
The  walls,  of  fhrong  falvation  made, 
Defy  th'  affaults  of  hell. 

3  Lift  up  the  everlafling  gates, 

The  doors  wide  open  fling ; 
Enter,  ye  nations  that  obey 
The  flatutes  of  our  King. 

4  Here  you  (hall  tafte  unmingled  joys,, 

And  live  in  perfect  peace : 
You  that  have  known  Jehovah's  name, 
And  ventur'd  on  his  grace. 

5  Truft  in  the  Lord,  for  ever  trufl, 

And  banifh  all  your  fears  : 
Strength  in  the  Lord  Jehovah  dwells, 
Eternal  as  his  years. 

6  What  though  the  rebels  dwell  on  high, 

His  arm  fhall  bring  them  low ; 
Low  as  the  caverns  of  the  grave 
Their  lofty  heads  fhall  bow. 

7  On  Babylon  our  feet  fhall  tread, 

In  that  rejoicing  hour ; 
The  ruins  of  her  walls  fhall  fpread 
A  pavement  for  the  poor. 

IX.   The  promifis  of  the  covenant  of  grace,  Ifa.  lv.  1, 
2.  Zech.  xiii.  1.  Mic.vii.  19.   Ezek.  xxxvi.  25, 
&c. 
1    TN  vain  we  lavifh  out  our  lives, 
^   To  gather  empty  wind  : 
The  choiceft  bleffings  earth  can  yield 
Will  ftarve  a  himgry  mind. 


B.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

2  Come,  and  the  Lord  fhall  feed  our  fouls 

With  more  fubftantial  meat ; 
With  fuch  as  faints  in  glory  love, 
With  fuch  as  angels  eat. 

3  Our  God  will  ev'ry  want  fupply, 

And  fill  our  hearts  with  peace  ; 
He  gives  by  cov'nant  and  by  oath 
The  riches  of  his  grace, 

4  Come,  and  he'll  cleanfe  our  fpotted  fouls, 

And  warn  away  our  ftains 
In  the  dear  fountain  that  his  Son 
Pour'd  from  his  dying  veins. 

[5  Our  guilt  fhall  vanifh  all  away, 
Though  black  as  hell  before  : 
Our  fins  fhall  fink  beneath  the  fea, 
And  fhall  be  found  no  more. 

6  And  left  pollution  fhould  o'erfpread 
Our  inward  pow'rs  again, 
His  Spirit  fhall  bedew  our  fouls 
Like  purifying  rain.] 

V  Our  heart,  that  flinty  ftubborn  thing, 
That  terrors  cannot  move, 
That  fears  no  threat'nings  of  his  wrath, 
Shall  be  difTolv'd  by  love  ? 

8  Or  he  can  take  the  flint  away, 
That  would  not  be  refin'd, 
And  from  the  treafures  of  his  grace 
Beflow  a  fofter  mind. 
C 


IS  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

9  There  (hall  his  facred  Spirit  dwell, 

And  deep  engrave  his  law, 
And  ev'ry  motion  of  our  fouls 
To  fwift  obedience  draw. 

10  Thus  will  he  pour  falvation  down, 

And  we  fhall  render  praife ; 

"We  the  dear  people  of  his  love, 

And  he  our  God  of  grace. 


ion 


X.      The  blejfednefs  of  gcfpel-times  :   or,  The  revelat, 
of  Chrif  to  Jeius  and  Gentiles,  Ifa.  lii.   7,  8,  9, 
10.  Mat.  xiii.  16,  17. 

1  T  T  OW  beauteous  are  their  feet, 
JLl  Who  ftand  on  Zion's  hill ! 
Who  bring  falvation  on  their  tongues, 

And  words  of  peace  reveal  ! 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice  ! 

How  fweet  their  tidings  are  ! 
*  Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour-King, 
"  He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears, 

That  hear  this  joyful  found, 
Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  fought,  but  never  found  ! 

•i  How  bleffed  are  our  eyes, 

That  fee  this  heav'nly  light : 
Prophets  and  kings  dehYd  it  long, 
But  dy'd  without  the  fight ! 


B.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  19 

5  The  watchinen  join  their  voice, 

And  tuneful  notes  employ  : 
Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  fongs, 
And  deferts  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 

Through  all  the  earth  abroad  : 
Let  ev'ry  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 

XI.      The  humble  enlightened,  and  carnal  reafon  hum- 
bled j  or  the  fovereignty  of  grace,  Luke  x.  21,  22. 

1  r  I  '  HERE  was  an  hour  when  Chrijl  rejoiced, 

A     And  fpoke  his  joy  in  words  of  praife  : 
"  Father,  I  thank  thee,  mighty  God, 
"  Lord  of  the  earth,  and  heav'ns,  and  feas. 

2  "  I  thank  thy  fov'reign  pow'r  and  love, 

"  That  crowns  my  doctrine  with  fuccefs: 
«  And  makes  the  babes  in  knowledge  learn 
"  The    heights,   and  breadths,  and  lengths  of 
grace. 

3  u  But  all  this  glory  lies  conceal'd 

"  From  men  of  prudence  and  of  wit ; 

"  The  prince  of  darknefs  blinds  their  eyes, 

"  And  their  own  pride  refills  the  light. 

4  "  Father,  'tis  thus,  becaufe  thy  will 
"  Chofe  and  ordain'd  it  mould  be  fo  ; 
"  'Tis  thy  delight  t'  abafe  the  proud, 
«  And  lay  the  haughty  fcorner  low." 

5  "  There's  none  can  know  the  Father  right, 
"  But  thofe  that  learn  it  from  the  Son ; 

u  Nor  can  the  Son  be  well  receiv'd, 

"  But  where  the  Father  makes  him  known." 


20  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

6  Then  let  our  fouls  adore  our  God, 
That  deals  his  graces  as  he  pleafe  ; 
Nor  gives  to  mortals  an  account 
Or  of  his  actions,  or  decrees. 

XII.     Free  grace  in  revealing  Chrijly  Luke  x.  2 1 . 

I     T  ESUS,  the  man  of  conftant  grief, 
^|     A  mourner  all  his  days  : 
His  fpirit  once  rejoic'd  aloud, 
And  turn'd  his  joy  to  praife. 

2  "  Father,  I  thank  thy  wond'rous  love, 

"  That  hath  reveal'd  thy  Son 
M  To  men  unlearned  ;  and  to  babes 
"  Has  made  thy  gofpel  known. 

3  "  The  myft'ries  of  redeeming  grace, 

u  Are  hidden  from  the  wife  : 
"  While  pride  and  carnal  reas'ning  join 
"  To  fwell  and  blind  their  eyes." 

4  Thus  doth  the  Lord  of  heav'n  and  earth 

His  great  decrees  fulfil, 
And  orders  all  his  works  of  grace 
By  his  own  fov'reign  will, 

XIII.    The  Son  of  God  incarnate  :  or,  The  titles  and 
the  kingdom  of  Chri/I,  Ifa.  ix.  2,  6,  7. 

1    rpHE  lands  that  long  in  darknefs  lay, 
^     Now  have  beheld  a  heav'nly  light  j 
Nations  that  fat  in  death's  cold  fhade, 
Are  blefs'd  with  beams  divinely  bright. 


B.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  21 

•2  The  Virgin's  promis'd  Son  is  born  j 
Behold  th'  expected  Child  appear  ! 
"What  fhall  his  names  or  titles  be  ? 
«  The  Wonderful,  the  Counfellor  !" 

[3  This  Infant  is  the  mighty  God, 
Come  to  be  fuckled  and  ador'd  ; 
Th'  Eternal  Father,  Prince  of  Peace, 
The  Son  of  David,  and  his  Lord.] 

4  The  government  of  earth  and  feas 
Upon  his  moulders  fhall  be  laid  *, 
His  wide  dominion  fhall  increafe, 
And  honours  to  his  name  be  paid. 

5  Jefus,  the  holy  Child,  fhall  fit 
High  on  his  Father  David's  throne  ; 
Shall  crufh  his  foes  beneath  his  feet, 
And  reign  to  ages  yet  unknown. 


XTV.      The  triumph  of  faith  :  or,  Chriffs  wichange- 
able  love,  Rom.  viii.  33,  &c. 

1  TfiTHO  mal1  the  Lord's  elect  condemn  ? 

V  V     'Tis  God  that  juftifies  their  fouls  ; 
And  mercy,  like  a  mighty  ftream, 
O'er  all  their  fins  divinely  rolls. 

2  Who  fhall  adjudge  the  faints  to  hell  ? 
'Tis  Chrift  that  fufFer'd  in  their  ftead 
And  the  falvation  to  fulfil, 

Behold  him  rifing  from  the  dead  \ 


22  HYMNS  AND  B.  I 

3  He  lives  !  he  lives  !  and  fits  above, 
For  ever  interceding  there  : 
Who  fhall  divide  us  from  his  love, 
Or  what  mould  tempt  us  to  defpair  ? 

4  Shall  perfecution  or  diftrefs, 
Famine,  or  fword,  or  nakednefs  ? 

He  that  hath  lov'd  us  bears  us  through, 
And  makes  us  more  than  conqu'rors  too. 

5  Faith  hath  an  overcoming  pow'r, 
It  triumphs  in  the  dying  hour  : 
Chrift  is  our  life,  our  joy,  our  hope  : 
Nor  can  we  fink  with  fuch  a  prop. 

6  Not  all  that  men  on  earth  can  do, 
Nor  pow'rs  on  high,  nor  pow'rs  below, 
Shall  caufe  his  mercy  to  remove, 

Or  win  our  hearts  from  Chrift,  our  love. 

XV.      Our  own  iveaknefs,  and  Chrift  our  ftrength^ 
2  Cor.  xii.  7,8,9,  10. 

1  T   ET  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  fay, 

■*-J   Strength  Jhall  be  equal  to  thy  day  : 
Then  I  rejoice  in  deep  diftrefs, 
Leaning  on  all-fufhcient  grace. 

2  I  glory  in  infirmity, 

That  Chrift's  own  pow'r  may  reft  on  me  ; 
When  I  am  weak,  then  am  I  ftrong, 
Grace  is  my  (hield,  and  Chrift  my  fong. 

3  I  can  do  all  things,  or  Can  bear 

All  fuff'rings,  if  my  Lord  be  there  ', 
Sweet  pleafures  mingle  with  the  pains, 
While  his  left  hand  my  head  fuftains. 


B.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  25 

4  But  if  the  Lord  be  once  withdrawn, 
And  we  attempt  the  work  alone, 
When  new  temptations  fpring  and  rife, 
We  find  how  great  our  weakhefs  is. 

5  So  Sampfon,  when  his  hair  was  loft, 
Met  the  Philiftines  to  his  coft  ; 
Shook  his  vain  limbs  with  fad  furprife, 
Made  feeble  fight,  and  loft  his  eyes. 


XVI.      Hofanfia  to  Chrift,  Mat.  xxi.  9.    Luke  xix, 
38,  40. 

1  TTOSANNA  to  the  royal  Son 
rl  Of  David's  ancient  line  ! 
His  natures  two,  his  perfon  one, 

Myfterious  and  divine. 

2  The  root  of  David  here,  we  find, 

And  offspring  is  the  fame  ; 
Eternity  and  time  are  join'd 
In  our  Immanuel's  name. 

3  Blefs'd  He  that  comes  to  wretched  men 

With  peaceful  news  ..from  heav'n  ! 
Hofannas  of  the  higheft  ftrain 
To  Chrift  the  Lord  be  giv'n  ! 

4  Let  mortals  ne'er  refufe  to  take 

Th'  hofanna  on  their  tongues, 
Left  rocks  and  ftones,  fhould  rife  and  break 
Their  filence  into  fongs. 


24  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 


XVII.      ViBory  over  death,   1  Cor.  xv.  55,  &c. 

1  /^\  FOR  an  overcoming  faith 
\J  To  cheer  my  dying  hours, 
To  triumph  o'er  the  monfter  death, 

And  all  his  frightful  pow'rs  ? 

2  Joyful  with  all  the  ftrength  I  have, 

My  quiv'ring  lips  mould  fing, 
«  Where  is  thy  boafted  vitYry  grave ; 
"  And  where  the  monfter's  fting  ?" 

3  If  fin  be  pardon'd,  I'm  fecure  •, 

Death  has  no  fting  befide  : 
The  law  gives  fin  its  damning  pow'r, 
But  Chrift,  my  ranfom,  dy'd, 

4  Now  to  the  God  of  victory 

Immortal  thanks  be  paid, 
Who  makes  us  conquerors  while  we  die, 
Through  Chrift  our  living  Head. 

XVIII.      Blefled  are  the  dead  that  die  in  the  Lord, 
Rev.  xiv.  13. 

1  T  T  EAR  what  the  voice  from  heav'n  proclaims 
JlX    For  all  the  pious  dead  ; 

Sweet  is  the  favour  of  their  names, 
And  foft  their  fleeping  bed. 

2  They  die  in  Jefus  and  are  blefs'd ; 

How  kind  their  {lumbers  are  ! 
From  fuff'rings  and  from  fins  releas'd, 
And  freed  from  ev'ry  fnare. 


B.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  25 

3  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  ftrife, 
They're  prefent  with  the  Lord  j 
The  labours  of  their  mortal  life 
End  in  a  large  reward. 

XIX.      The  Jong  of  Simeon  j  or  Death  made  deferable, 
Luke  ii.  27,  &c. 

1  T   ORD,  at  thy  temple  we  appear, 
-*-1  As  happy  Simeon  came, 

And  hope  to  meet  our  Saviour  here  : 
O  make  our  joys  the  fame  ! 

2  With  what  divine  and  vaft  delight 

The  good  old  man  was  fill'd, 
When  fondly  in  his  wither'd  arms 
He  clafp'd  the  holy  child  ! 

3  "  Now  I  can  leave  this  world,  he  cry'd  ; 

"  Behold  thy  fervant  dies  ; 
"  I've  feen  thy  great  falvation,  Lord, 
"  And  dole  my  peaceful  eyes. 

i<  "  This  is  the  light  prepar'd  to  fhine 
(C  Upon  the  Gentile  lands ; 
«  Thine  Ifrael's  glory,  and  their  hope, 
"  To  break  their  flavifh  bands." 

[5  Jefus  !   the  vifion  of  thy  face, 
Hath  over-pow'ring  charms  ! 
Scarce  fhall  I  feel  death's  cold  embrace, 
If  Chrift  be  in  my  arms. 

6  Then,  while  ye  hear  my  heart-firings  break, 
How  fweet  my  minutes  roll ! 
A  mortal  palenefs  on  my  cheek, 
And  glory  in  my  foul.] 
D 


26  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

XX.      Spiritual  apparel,  (viz.)  The  robe  of  righte- 
oufnefs  and  garments  of  falvation,  Ifa.  lxi.  10. 

» 1       A    WAKE,  my  heart,  arife,  my  tongue, 
Jr\^  Prepare  a  tuneful  voice  ; 
In  God,  the  life  of  all  my  joys, 
Aloud  will  I  rejoice. 

2  'Tis  he  adorn'd  my  naked  foul, 

And  made  falvation  mine  ; 
Upon  a  poor  polluted  worm 
He  makes  his  graces  fhine. 

3  And  left  the  fhadow  of  a  fpot, 

Should  on  my  foul  be  found, 
He  took  the  robe  the  Saviour  wrought, 
And  call  it  all  around. 

4  How  far  the  heav'nly  robe  exceeds 

What  earthly  princes  wear  ! 
Thefe  ornaments,  how  bright  they  fhine  ! 
How  white  the  garments  are  ! 

5  The  Spirit  wrought  my  faith  and  love, 

And  hope,  and  ev'ry  grace  : 
But  Jefus  fpent  his  life,  to  work 
The  robe  of  righteoufnefs. 

6  Strangely,  my  foul,  art  thou  array'd 

By  the  great  facred  Three  ! 
In  fweeteft  harmony  of  praife 
Let  all  thy  pow'rs  agree. 


B.  L  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  27 

XXI.      A  vifton  of  the  kingdom  of  Chrlfl  among  men, 
Rev.  xxi.   1,  2,  3,  4. 

1  ',      O,  what  a  glorious  fight  appears 
1  a  To  our  believing  eyes  ! 

The  earth  and  feas  are  pafs'd  away, 
And  the  old  rolling  fkies  : 

2  From  the  third  heav'n,  where  God  refides, 

That  holy,  happy  place, 
The  New  Jerufalem  comes  down, 
Adorn'd  with  mining  grace. 

3  Attending  angels  fhout  for  joy, 

And  the  bright  armies  fing, 
««  Mortals,  behold  the  facred  feat, 
"  Of  our  defcending  King. 

4  "  The  God  of  glory  down  to  men 

"  Removes  his  blefs'd  abode  : 
«  Men,  the  dear  objects  of  his  grace, 
«  And  he  the  loving  God. 

5  "  His  own  foft  hand  mail  wipe  the  tears 

"  From  ev'ry  weeping  eye  ; 
"  And  pains,  and  groans,  and  griefs,  and  fears, 
«  And  death  itfelf,  fhall  die." 

6  How  long,  dear  Saviour,  O  how  long 

Shall  this  bright  hour  delay  ? 
Fly  fwifter  round,  ye  wheels  of  time, 
And  bring  the  welcome  day. 

XXII.  and  XXIII.  Referred  to  the  \2oth  Pfatm. 


28  HYMNS  AND  B.  L 

XXIV.  The  rich  /inner  dying,  Pfal.    xlix.    6,   9. 

Eccl.  viii.  8.  Job  iii.   14,  15. 

1  TN  vain  the  wealthy  mortals  toil, 

X  And  heap  their  mining  duft  in  vain, 
Look  down  and  fcorn  the  humble  poor, 
And  boafl  their  lofty  hills  of  gain. 

2  Their  golden  cordials  cannot  eafe 
Their  pained  hearts  or  aching  heads, 
Nor  fright,  nor  bribe  approaching  death, 
From  glitt'ring  roofs  and  downy  beds. 

3  The  lingering,  the  unwilling  foul, 
The  difmal  fummons  muft  obey, 
And  bid  a  long,  a  fad  farewell, 
To  the  pale  lump  of  lifelefs  clay. 

4  Thence  they  are  huddled  to  the  grave, 
Where  kings  and  flaves  have  equal  thrones ; 
Their  bones  without  diftin&ion  lie 
Amongft  the  heap  of  meaner  bones. 

The  re/I  referred  to  the  i<9th  Pfa/m. 

XXV.  A  vifwn  of  the  Lamb,  Rev.  v.  6,  7,  8,  9. 

1      A   LL  mortal  vanities  begone, 

ii  Nor  tempt  my  eyes,  nor  tire  my  ears  $ 
Behold,  amid  ft  th'  eternal  throne, 
A  vifion  of  the  Lamb  appears. 

[2  Glory  his  fleecy  robe  adorns, 

Mark'd  with  the  bloody  death  he  bore ; 
Sev*n  are  his  eyes,  and  fev'n  his  horns, 
To  Tpeak  his  wifdom  and  his  power. 


B.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

3  Lo,  he  receives  a  fealed  book 

From  him  that  fits  upon  the  throne : 

Jefus,  my  Lord,  prevails  to  look 

On  dark  decrees  and  things  unknown.] 

4t  All  the  afiembling  faints  around 
Fall  worfhipping  before  the  Lamb, 
And  in  new  fongs  of  gofpel  found 
Addrefs  their  honours  to  his  name. 

[5  The  joy,  the  fhout,  the  harmony 
Flies  o'er  the  everlafting  hills ; 
Worthy  art  thou  alone  (they  cry) 
To  read  the  booky  to  loofe  the  feals.~\ 

6  Our  voices  join  the  heav'nly  ftrain, 
And  with  tranfporting  pleafure  fing, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  once  was  flam, 
*  To  be  our  Teacher  and  our  King  !" 

7  His  words  of  prophecy  reveal 
Eternal  counfels,  deep  defigns  : 
His  grace  and  vengeance  fhall  fulfil 
The  peaceful  and  the  dreadful  lines : 

8  Thou  haft  redeem'd  our  fouls  from  hell 
With  thine  invaluable  blood  ; 

And  wretches  that  did  once  rebel, 
Are  now  made  fav'rites  of  their  God. 

9  Worthy  for  ever  is  the  Lord, 
That  dy'd  for  treafons  not  his  own, 
By  ev'ry  tongue  to  be  ador'd, 

And  dwell  upon  his  Father's  throne ! 


SO  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

XXVI.  Hope  of  heaven  by  the  refurreclion  of  Chrljl^ 

1  Pet.  i.  3,  4,  5. 

1  T)  Lefs'd  be  the  everlafting  God, 
J3  The  Father  of  our  Lord  ; 
Be  his  abounding  mercy  prais'd, 

His  majefty  ador'd. 

2  When  from  the  dead  he  rais'd  his  Son,, 

And  call'd  him  to  the  fky, 

He  gave  our  fouls  a  lively  hope 

That  they  mould  never  die. 

3  What  though  our  inbred  fins  require 

Our  flefh  to  fee  the  duft, 
Yet  as  the  Lord  our  Saviour  rofe, 
So  all  his  followers  muft. ' 

4  There's  an  inheritance  divine,    • 

Referv'd  againft  that  day  ; 
'Tis  incorrupted,  undefiTd, 
And  cannot  fade  away. 

5  Saints  by  the  pow'r  of  God  are  kept 

Till  the  falvation  come ; 
We  walk  by  faith,  as  ftrangers  here, 
Till  Chrift  fhall  call  us  home. 

XXVII.  Affurance  of  heaven  :  or,  A  faint  prepar- 
ed to  die.  2  Tim.  iv.  6,  7,  8,  18. 

[1     1  "VEATH  may  diflblve  my  body  now, 
\J  And  bear  my  fpirit  home  ; 
Why  do  my  minutes  move  fo  flow, 
Nor  my  falvation  come  ? 


13.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  31 

2  With  heav'nly  weapons  I  have  fought 

The  battles  of  the  Lord, 
FininVd  my  courfe,  and  kept  the  faith, 
And  wait  the  fure  reward.] 

3  God  has  laid  up  in  heaven  for  me 

A  crown  which  cannot  fade  ; 
The  righteous  Judge  at  that  great  day 
Shall  place  it  on  my  head. 

4  Nor  hath  the  King  of  grace  decreed 

This  prize  for  me  alone ;     • 
But  all  that  love,  and  long  to  fee 
Th'  appearance  of  his  Son. 

5  Jefus,  the  Lord,  fhall  guard  me  fafe 

From  ev'ry  ill  defign ; 
And  to  his  heav'nly  kingdom  take 
This  feeble  foul  of  mine. 

6  God  is  my  eveflafting  aid, 

And  hell  fhall  rage  in  vain ; 
To  him  be  higheft  glory  paid, 
And  endlefs  praife.     Amen. 

XXVIII.      The  triumph  of  Chrijl  over  the  enemies  of 
his  church,  Ifa.  lxiii.    1,  2,  3,   &c. 

1  "TXT HAT  mighty  man,  or  mighty  God, 

V  V      Comes  travelling  in  ftate 
Along  the  Idumean  road, 
Away  from  Bozrah's  gate  ? 

2  The  glory  of  his  robes  proclaim 

'Tis  fome  victorious  king  : 
«  Tis  I,  the  Juft,  th'  Almighty  Pne, 
"  That  your  falvation  bring." 


32  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

3  Why,  mighty  Lord,  thy  faints  inquire, 

Why  thine  apparel's  red  ! 
And  all  thy  vefture  ftain'd  like  thofe 
Who  in  the  wine-prefs  tread  ? 

4  "  I  by  myfelf  have  trod  the  prefs, 

"  And  crufh'd  my  foes  alone ; 
u  My  wrath  hath  (truck  the  rebels  dead, 
«  My  fury  flamp'd  them  down. 

5  **  'Tis  Edom's  blood  that  dyes  my  robes 

"  With  joyful  fcarlet  ftains  ; 
"  The  triumph  that  my  raiment  wears, 
u  Sprung  from  their  bleeding  veins. 

6  "  Thus  fhall  the  nations  be  deftroy'd, 

"  That  dare  infult  my  faints ; 
«  I  have  an  arm  t'  avenge  their  wrongs, 
"  An  ear  for  their  complaints." 

XXIX.      The  fecond  part :  or,  the  ruin  of '  Antichrift> 
ver.  4,  5,  6,  7. 

1  "  T  LIFT  my  banner,  faith  the  Lord, 

A    Where  Antichrift  has  Itood  : 
«  The  city  of  my  gofpel  foes 
"  Shall  be  a  field  of  blood. 

2  "  My  heart  hath  ftudied  juft  revenge, 

w  And  now  the  day  appears, 
"  The  day  of  my  redeem'd  is  come, 
"  To  wipe  away  their  tears. 

3  "  Quite  weary  is  my  patience  grown, 

"  And  bids  my  fury  go  : 
"  Swift  as  the  lightning  it  fhall  move, 
M  And  be  as  fatal  too. 


B.  L  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  33 

4  "  I  call  for  helpers,  but  in  vain : 

«  Then  has  my  gofpel  none  ? 
"  Well,  mine  own  arm  has  might  enough 
"  To  crufh  my  foes  alone. 

5  "  Slaughter  and  my  devouring  fword, 

"  Shall  walk  the  flreets  around, 
«  Babel  fhall  reel  beneath  my  ftroke, 
"  And  ftagger  to  the  ground." 

6  Thy  honours,  O  victorious  King"! 

Thine  own  right  hand  fhall  raife, 
While  we  thy  awful  vengeance  fing, 
And  our  Deliv'rer  praife. 

XXX.     Prayer  for  deliverance  anfwered, 
Ifa.  xxvi.  8—20. 

1  TN  thine  own  ways,  O  God  of  love, 
X  We  wait  the  vifits  of  thy  grace ; 
Our  foul's  defire  is  to  thy  name, 
And  the  remembrance  of  thy  face. 

2  My  thoughts  are  fearching,  Lord,  for  thee, 
'Mongft  the  black  ihades  of  lonefome  night; 
My  earned  cries  falute  the  fides, 

Before  the  dawn  reftores  the  light. 

3  Look  how  rebellious  men  deride 
The  tender  patience  of  my  God ; 
But  they  fhall  fee  thy  lifted  hand, 
And  feel  the  fcourges  of  thy  rod. 

•i  Hark  !  the  Eternal  rends  the  fky, 
A  mighty  voice  before  him  goes, 
A  voice  of  mufic  to  his  friends, 
But  threat'ning  thunder  to  his  foes. 
E 


34  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

5  Come,  children,  to  your  Father's  arms, 
Hide  in  the  chambers  of  my  grace, 
Till  the  fierce  dorms  be  overblown, 
And  my  revenging  fury  ceafe. 

6  My  fword  fhall  boaft  its  thoufands  flain, 
And  drink  the  blood  of  haughty  kings, 
While  heav'nly  peace  around  my  flock 
Stretches  its  foft  and  fhady  wings. 

XXXI.     Referred  to  the  firjl  Pfalm, 

XXXII.      Strength  from  heaven ,  Ifa.    xl.    27,   28, 
29,  30. 

1  "TXT HENCE  do  our  mournful  thoughts  arife? 

VV     And  where's  our  courage  fled? 
Has  reftlefs  fin,  and  raging  hell, 
Struck  all  our  comforts  dead  ? 

2  Have  we  forgot  th'  Almighty  Name 

That  form'd  the  earth  and  fea  ? 
And  can  an  All-creating  Arm 
Grow  weary  or  decay  ? 

3  Treafures  of  everlafting  might 

In  our  Jehovah  dwell ; 
He  gives  the  conquefl  to  the  weak, 
And  treads  their  foes  to  hell. 

4  Mere  mortal  power  fhall  fade  and  die, 

And  youthful  vigour  ceafe ; 
But  we  that  wait  upon  the  Lord, 
Shall  feel  our  ftrength  increafe> 


B.  L  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  35 

5  The  faints  mall  mount  on  eagles'  wings, 

And  tafte  the  promis'd  blifs, 
Till  their  unwearied  feet  arrive 
Where  perfecl:  pleafure  is. 

XXXIII,  XXXIV,  XXXV,  XXXVI,  XXXVII, 
XXXVIII,  Referred  to  Pfalm  cxxxi,  cxxxiv, 
lxvii,  lxxiii,  xc,  and  lxxxiv. 

XXXIX.     God's  tender  care  of  his  churchy  Ifa.  xlix. 
13,   14,   &c. 

1  "XjOW  fhall  'my  inward  joys  arife, 
X\l    And  burll  into  a  fong ; 
Almighty  love  infpires  my  heart, 

And  pleafure  tunes  my  tongue. 

2  God  on  his  thirfty  Zion  hill 

Some  mercy  drops  has  thrown, 
And  folemn  oaths  have  bound  his  love 
To  fhower  falvation  down. 

3  Why  do  we  then  indulge  our  fears, 

Sufpicions  and  complaints  ? 
Is  he  a  God,  and  fhall  his  grace 
Grow  weary  of  his  faints  ? 

4f  Can  a  kind  woman  e'er  forget 
The  infant  of  her  womb, 
And  'mongft  a  thoufand  tender  thoughts 
Her  fuckling  have  no  room  ? 

6  "  Yet,"  faith  the  Lord,  «  mould  nature  change,, 

"  And  mothers  monfters  prove, 
«  Zion  ftill  dwells  upon  the  heart 
w  Of  everlafting  Love. 


"56  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

6  «  Deep  on  the  palms  of  both  my  hands 
"  I  have  engrav'd  her  name ; 
"  My  hands  fhall  raife  her  ruin'd  walls, 
"  And  build  her  broken  frame." 

XL.      The  bufinefs  and  blejfcdnefs  of  glorified  faints. 
Rev.  vii.   13,  14,  15,   &c. 


1   <• 


WHAT  happy  men  or  angels  thefe, 
That  all  their  robes  are  fpotlefs  white  ? 


"  Whence  did  this  glorious  troop  arrive 
"  At  the  pure  realms  of  heav'nly  light  ?" 

2  From  tort'ring  racks  and  burning  fires, 
And  feas  of  their  own  blood  they  came : 
But  nobler  blood  has  wafh'd  their  robes, 
Flowing  from  Chrifl  the  dying  Lamb. 

3  Now  they  approach  th'  Almighty's  throne, 
With  loud  Hofannas  night  and  day, 
Sweet  anthems  to  the  great  Three-One, 
Meafure  their  blefs'd  eternity. 

4  No  more  (hall  hunger  pain  their  fouls : 
He  bids  their  parching  third  be  gone : 
And  fpreads  the  fhadow  of  his  wings, 
To  fcreen  them  from  the  fcorching  fun. 

5 .  The  Lamb  that  fills  the  middle  throne, 
Shall  fhed  around  his  milder  beams ; 
There  fhall  they  feaft  on  his  rich  love, 
And  drink  full  joys  from  living  {breams. 

6  Thus  fhall  their  mighty  blifs  renew, 
Through  the  vafl  round  of  endlefs  years, 
And  the  foft  hand  of  fov'reign  grace, 
Heals  all  their  wounds  and  wipes  their  tear-. 


B.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  37 

XLI.     The  fame  :  or,  The  martyrs  glorified y 
Rev.  vii.  13,  &c. 

1  "  '""THESE  glorious  minds  how  bright  they 

X  mine! 

"  Whence  all  their  white  array  ? 
"  How  came  they  to  the  happy  feats 
«  Of  everlafting  day  ?" 

2  From  tort'ring  pains  to  endlefs  joys, 

On  fiery  wheels  they  rode, 
And  ftrangely  wam'd  their  raiment  white 
In  Jefu's  dying  blood. 

3  Now  they  approach  a  fpotlefs  God, 

And  bow  before  his  throne  -, 
Their  warbling  harps  and  facred  fongs 
Adore  the  Holy  One. 

4f  The  unvail'd  glories  of  his  face 
Amongft  his  faints  refide, 
"While  the  rich  treafure  of  his  grace 
Sees  all  their  wants  fupply'd. 

5  Tormenting  third  {hall  leave  their  fouls. 

And  hunger  flee  as  fait ; 
The  fruit  of  life's  immortal  tree 
Shall  be  their  fweet  repaft. 

6  The  Lamb  mall  lead  his  heav'nly  flock 

Where  living  fountains  rife, 
And  love  divine  fhall  wipe  away 
The  forrows  of  their  eyes. 


38  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

XLII.       Divine  wrath  and  mercy  :  from  Nahum  i. 
I,  2,  3,  &c. 

1  A  DORE,  and  tremble,  for  our  God 
■^  *■  Is  a  *  confuming  fire  : 

His  jealous  eyes  his  wrath  inflame 
And  raife  his  vengeance  higher. 

2  Almighty  vengeance,  how  it  burns  ! 

How  bright  his  fury  glows  ! 
Vaft  magazines  of  plagues  and  ftorms 
Lie  treafur'd  for  his  foes. 

3  Thofe  heaps  of  wrath  by  flow  degrees 

Are  forc'd  into  a  flame, 
But  kindled,  O  !  how  fierce  they  blaze  I 
And  rend  all  nature's  frame. 

4  At  his  approach  the  mountains  flee, 

And  feek  a  wat'ry  grave  ; 
The  frighted  fea  makes  hafte  away, 
And  fhrinks  up  ev'ry  wave. 

5  Through  the  wide  air  the  weighty  rock6 

Are  fwift  as  hailftones  hurl'd  : 
Who  dares  engage  his  fiery  rage, 
That  makes  the  folid  world  ? 

6  Yet,  mighty  God  !  thy  fov'reign  grace 

Sits  regent  on  the  throne, 
The  refuge  of  thy  chofen  race, 

When  wrath  comes  rufhing  down. 

7  Thy  hand  fhall  on  rebellious  kings 

A  fiery  tempeft  pour, 
While  we  beneath  thy  (helt'ring  wings 
Thy  juft  revenge  adore. 

*  Hcb.  xii.  a9- 


B.  fc  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  39 

XLIII.     Referred  to  the  \00th  Pfalm. 
XLIV.     Referred  to  the  133</  Pfalm. 

XLV\     The  lafl  Judgment^  Rev.  xxi.  5 — 8. 

1   OEE  where  the  great  incarnate  God 
^  Fills  a  majeftic  throne, 

While  from  the  fkies  his  awful  voice 
Bears  the  laft  judgment  down. 

[2  «  I  am  the  Firft,  and  I  the  Laft, 

"  Through  endlefs  years  the  fame  -, 
«  I  AM  is  my  memorial  ftill, 
"  And  my  eternal  name. 

3  "  Such  favours  as  a  God  can  give, 
«  My  royal  grace  beftows  ; 
"  Ye  thirfty  fouls,  come  tafte  the  ftreams 
"  Where  life  and  pleafure  flows.] 

[4  "  The  faint  that  triumphs  o'er  his  fins, 
"  I'll  own  him  for  a  fort ; 
«  The  whole  creation  fhall  reward 
"  The  conquefts  he  has  won. 

5  u  But  bloody  hands,  and  hearts  unclean, 
"  And  all  the  lying  race  ; 
«  The  faithlefs  and  the  fcoffing  crew, 
«  That  fpurn  at  ofFer'd  grace  ; 

$  "  They  fhall  be  taken  from  my  fight, 
"  Bound  faft  in  iron  chains, 
"  And  headlong  plung'd  into  the  lake 
"  Where  fire  and  darknefs  reigns."] 


40  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

7  O  may  I  (land  before  the  Lamb, 

When  earth  and  feas  are  fled  ! 
And  hear  the  Judge  pronounce  my  name, 
With  ble flings  on  my  head  ! 

8  May  I  with  thofe  for  ever  dwell, 

Who  here  were  my  delight, 
While  finners,  banifh'd  down  to  hell, 
No  more  offend  my  fight. 

XLVI.   and  XLVII.  Referred  to  Pf aim  148,  and  3. 

XLVIII.  The  Chriftian  race,  Ifa.  xl.  28,  29,  30,  31. 

1  A  WAKE,  our  fouls,  (away  our  fears, 
•**-  Let  ev'ry  trembling  thought  be  gone,) 
Awake,  and  run  the  heav'nly  race, 

And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on. 

2  True,  'tis  a  flrait  and  thorny  road, 
And  mortal  fpirits  tire  and  faint : 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 
That  feeds  the  flrength  of  ev'ry  faint. 

3  The  mighty  God,  whofe  matchlefs  pow'r 
Is  ever  new  and  ever  young, 

And  firm  endures,  while  endlefs  years 
Their  everlafting  circles  run. 

4  From  thee,  the  overflowing  fpring, 
Our  fouls  {hall  drink  a  frefh  fupply, 
While  fuch  as  truft  their  native  flrength 
Shall  melt  away,  and  droop  and  die. 

5  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 
We'll  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode  ; 
On  wings  of  love  our  fouls  fhall  fly. 
Nor  tire  amidfl  the  heav'nly  road. 


B.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  41 


XLIX.     The  works  of  Mofes  and  the  Lamb, 
Rev.  xv.  3. 

1  TTOW  ftrong  thine  arm  is,  mighty  God  ? 
■*-  •*■  Who  would  not  fear  thy  name  ! 
Jefus,  how  fweet  thy  graces  are  ! 

Who  would  not  love  the  Lamb  ! 

2  He  has  done  more  than  Mofes  did, 

Our  Prophet  and  our  King  ; 
From  bonds  of  hell  he  freed  our  fouls, 
And  taught  our  lips  to  fing. 

3  In  the  Red  fea  by  Mofes*  hand, 

Th*  Egyptian  hoft  was  drown'd  ; 
But  his  own  blood  hides  all  our  fins, 
And  guilt  no  more  is  found. 

4  When  through  the  defert  Ifrael  went, 

With  manna  they  were  fed  ; 
Our  Lord  invites  us  to  his  flefh, 
And  calls  it  living  bread. 

5  Mofes  beheld  the  promis'd  land, 

Yet  never  reach'd  the  place  ! 
But  Chrift  fhall  bring  his  follow'rs  home, 
To  fee  his  Father's  face. 

6  Then  will  our  love  and  joy  be  full, 

And  feel  a  warmer  flame, 
And  fweeter  voices  tune  the  fong 
Of  Mofes  and  the  Lamb. 


44  HYMNS  AND  B.  I; 

2  He  fits  upon  th'  eternal  hills, 
With  grace  and  pardon  in  his  hands, 
And  fends  his  cov'nant,  with  the  feals, 
To  blefs  the  diftant  Chriftian  lands. 

3  «  Repent,  and  be  baptiz'd,"  he  faith, 
«  For  the  remimon  of  your  fins  ;" 
And  thus  our  fenfe  afhfts  our  faith, 
And  fhews  us  what  his  gofpel  means. 

4  Our  fouls  he  wafhes  in  his  blood, 
As  water  makes  the  body  clean ; 
And  the  good  Spirit  from  our  God 
Defcends  like  purifying  rain. 

5  Thus  we  engage  ourfelves  to  thee, 
And  feal  our  cov'nant  with  the  Lord ; 
O  may  the  great  Eternal  Three 

In  heav'n  our  folemn  vows  record ! 

LIII.      The  Holy  Scriptures,  Heb.  i.  1.  2  Tim.  fi. 
15,  16,  Pfal.  cxlvii.  19,  20. 

1  (~*  OD,  who  in  various  methods  told 
^-*  His  mind  and  will  to  faints  of  old, 
Sent  his  own  Son,  with  truth  and  grace, 
To  teach  us  in  thefe  latter  days. 

2  Our  nation  reads  the  written  word, 
That  book  of  life,  that  fure  record  : 
The  bright  inheritance  of  heav'n, 
Is  by  the  fweet  conveyance  giv'n. 

3  God's  kindeft  thoughts  are  here  exprefs'd 
Able  to  make  us  wife  and  blefs'd  ; 

The  doctrines  are  divinely  true, 
Fit  for  reproof  and  comfort  too. 


B.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  45 

4  Ye  Chriftian  ifles,  who  read  his  love 
In  long  epiftles  from  above, 
(He  hath  not  fent  his  facred  word 
To  ev'ry  land.)     Praife  ye  the  Lord. 


LIV.    EleBing  grace :  or  Saints  beloved 'in  Chrijl, 
Eph.  i.  3,  &c. 

1  TESUS,  we  blefs  thy  Father's  name  ; 

J    Thy  God  and  ours  are  both  the  fame ; 
What  heav'nly  blemngs  from  his  throne 
Flow  down  to  finners  through  his  Son ! 

2  «  Chrifl  be  my  firft  elecV  he  faid  ; 
Then  chofe  our  fouls  in  Chrift  our  Head, 
Before  he  gave  the  mountains  birth, 

Or  laid  foundations  for  the  earth. 

3  Thus  did  Eternal  Love  begin 

To  raife  us  up  from  death  and  fin  •, 
Our  characters  were  then  decreed, 
«  Blamelefs  in  love,  a  holy  feed." 

4  Predeflinated  to  be  fons, 

Born  by  degrees,  but  chofe  at  once, 

A  new  regenerated  race, 

To  praife  the  glory  of  his  grace. 

$  With  Chrift  our  Lord  we  fhare  a  part 
In  the  affections  of  his  heart ; 
Nor  fhall  our  fouls  be  thence  remov'd, 
'Till  he  forgets  his  firft  belov'd. 


4*6  HYMNS  AND  B.  I 

LV.     Hezekiah's  fong  :  or,   Sicknefs  and  recovery 
Ifa.  xxxviii.  9,   &c. 

1  \  T  7HEN  we  are  rais'd  from  deep  diftrefs, 

V  V    Our  God  deferves  a  fong  \ 
We  take  the  pattern  of  our  praife 
From  Hezekiah's  tongue. 

2  The  gates  of  the  devouring  grave 

Are  open'd  wide  in  vain, 
If  he  that  holds  the  keys  of  death 
Commands  them  fall  again. 

3  Pains  of  the  flefti  are  wont  t'  abufe 

Our  minds  with  flavifh  fears  j 
**  Our  days  are  pall,  and  we  (hall  lofe 
"  The  remnant  of  our  years." 

4?  We  chatter  with  a  fwallow's  voice** 
Or  like  a  dove  we  mourn, 
With  bitternefs  inftead  of  joys., 
Afflicted  and  forlorn. 

5  Jehovah  fpeaks  the  healing  word,, 
And  no  difeafe  withltands  ; 
Fevers  and  plagues  obey  the  Lord, 
And  fly  at  his  commands. 

6t  If  half  the  firings  of  life  mould  break, 
He  can  our  frame  rellore ; 
He  calls  our  fins  behind  his  back, 
And  they  are  found  no  more. 


B.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  47 

LVI.      The  fong  of  Mofes  and  the  Lamb  :  or,  Baby- 
lon falling,  Rev.  xv.  3,  andxvi.  19,  and  xvii.  6. 

1  YTTE  fing  the  glories  of  thy  love, 

**     We  found  thy  dreadful  name; 
The  Chriftian  church  unites  the  fongs- 
Of  Mofes  and  the  Lamb. 

2  Great  God,  how  wond'rous  are  thy  works 

Of  vengeance  and  of  grace  ! 
Thou  King  of  faints,  Almighty  Lord, 
How  juft  and  true  thy  ways  ! 

S  Who  dares  refufe  to  fear  thy  name, 
Or  worfhip  at  thy  throne  ! 
Thy  judgments  fpeak  thine  holinefs 
Through  all  the  nations  known. 

4  Great  Babylon,  that  rules  the  earth, 

Drunk  with  the  martyrs'  blood, 
Her  crimes  fhall  fpeedily  awake 
The  fury  of  our  God. 

5  The  cup  of  wrath  is  ready  mix'd, 

And  fhe  muft  drink  the  dregs ; 
Strong  is  the  Lord,  her  fov'reign  Judge, 
And  fhall  fulfil  the  plagues. 

LVII.      Original  fin  j  or,  The  firfl  andfecond  Adam, 
Rom.  v.   12,  &c.  Pfal.  li.  5.  Job  xiv.  4. 


B 


ACKWARD  with  humble  ihame  we  look 
On  our  original ; 
How  is  our  nature  dafh'd  and  broke 
In  our  firft  father's  fall  ? 


48  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

2  To  all  that's  good  averfe  and  blind, 
But  prone  to  all  that  s  ill ; 
What  dreadful  darknefs  vails  our  mind  \ 
How  obftinate  our  will ! 

[3  Conceiv'd  in  fin  (O  wretched  ftate !) 
Before  we  drew  our  breath ; 
The  firft  young  pulfe  begins  to  beat 
Iniquity  and  death. 

4>  How  ftrong  in  our  degen'rate  blood 
The  old  corruption  reigns, 
And  mingling  with  the  crooked  flood. 
Wanders  through  all  our  veins  !] 

5  Wild  and  unwholefome  as  the  root 

Will  all  the  branches  be  ; 
How  can  we  hope  for  living  fruit 
From  fuch  a  deadly  tree  ? 

6  What  mortal  pow'r  from  things  unclean 

Can  pure  productions  bring  ? 
Who  can  command  a  vital  ftream* 
From  an  infected  fpring  ? 

7  Yet,  mighty  God,  thy  wondrous  love 

Can  make  our  nature  clean, 

While  Chrift  and  grace  prevail  above 

The  tempter,  death,  and  fin. 

8  The  fecond  Adam  fhall  reftore 

The  ruins  of  the  firft  -, 
Hofanna  to  that  fov'reign  pow'r 
That  new-creates  our  duft  ! 


B.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  43 

LVIII.      The  devil  vanquijhed  ;   or,  Michael's  war 
with  the  dragon.  Rev.  xii.  7. 

1  "        ET  mortal  tongues  attempt  to  fmg 

p^j  The  wars  of  heav'n  when  Michael  flood 
Chief  gen'ral  of  th'  eternal  King, 
And  fought  the  battles  of  our  God. 

2  Againft  the  dragon  and  his  hoft 
The  armies  of  the  Lord  prevail ; 

In  vain  they  rage,  in  vain  they  boaft, 
Their  courage  finks,  their  weapons  fail.. 

3  Down  to  the  earth  was  Satan  thrown, 
Down  to  the  earth  his  legions  fell ; 
Then  was  the  trump  of  triumph  blown, 
And  fhook  the  dreadful  deeps  of  hell. 

4  Now  is  the  hour  of  darknefs  paft, 
Chrift  has  afTum'd  his  reigning  pow'r; 
Behold  the  great  accufer  call 

Down  from  the  fkies,  to  rife  no  more. 

5  'Twas  by  thy  blood,  immortal  Lamb  ! 
Thine  armies  trod  the  tempter  down ; 
'Twas  by  thy  word  and  pow'rful  name, 
They  gain'd  the  battle  and  renown. 

6  Rejoice,  ye  heav'ns,  let  ev'ry  ftar 
Shine  with  new  glories  round  the  fky : 
Saints,  while  ye  fing  the  heav'nly  war, 
Raife  your  Deliv'rer's  name  on  high. 

G 


50  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

LIX.     Babylon  fallen,  Rev.  xviii.  20,  21. 

1  TN  Gabriel's  hand  a  mighty  frone 
A   Lies  a  fair  type  of  Babylon  : 

«  Prophets  rejoice,  and  all  ye  faints, 

t(  God  mall  avenge  your  long  complaints/' 

2  He  faid,  and  dreadful  as  he  flood, 
He  funk  the  milftone  in  the  flood ; 
«  Thus  terribly  fliall  Babel  fall, 

"  Thus,  and  no  more  be  found  at  all." 

LX.     The  Virgin  Mary's  Song;  or,   The  promifed 
Mejfiah  born,  Luke  i.  46,   &c. 

1    /^\TJR  fouls  fhall  magnify  the  Lord, 
\J  In  God  the  Saviour  we  rejoice ; 
While  we  repeat  the  Virgin's  fong, 
May  the  fame  Spirit  tune  our  voice  ! 

[2  The  Higheft  faw  her  low  eftate, 

And  mighty  things  his  hand  hath  done ; 
His  over-fhadowing  pow'r  and  grace 
Makes  her  the  mother  of  his  Son. 

3  Let  ev'ry  nation  call  her  blefs'd, 
And  endlefs  years  prolong  her  fame ; 
But  God  alone  muft  be  ador'd ; 
Holy  and  rev'rend  is  his  name.] 

4-  To  thofe  that  fear  and  truft  the  Lord, 
His  mercy  ftands  for  ever  fure : 
From  age  to  age  his  promife  lives, 
And  the  performance  is  fecure. 

5  He  fpake  to  Abra'am  and  his  feed, 
"  In  thee  fhall  all  the  earth  be  blefs'd :" 
The  mem'ry  of  that  ancient  word 
Lay  long  in  his  eternal  breafl. 


B.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  51 

6  But  now  no  more  mall  Ifrael  wait, 
No  more  the  Gentiles  lie  forlorn : 
Lo,  the  defire  of  nations  comes ; 
Behold  the  promis'd  Seed  is  born  ! 

LXI.      Chriji  our  High-Priefi  and  King :  and  Chriji 
coming  to  Judgment,  Rev.  i.  5,  6,  7. 

1  IV  TOW  to  the  Lord  that  makes  us  know, 
JL \l    The  wonders  of  his  dying  love, 

Be  humble  honours  paid  below, 
And  ftrains  of  nobler  praife  above. 

2  'Twas  he  that  cleans'd  our  fouled  fins, 
And  wafh'd  us  in  his  richeft  blood : 
'Tis  he  that  makes  us  priefts  and  kings, 
And  brings  us  rebels  near  to  God. 

3  To  Tefus,  our  atoning  Priefr, 
To  Jefus,  our  fuperior  King, 
Be  everianing  pow'r  confefs'd, 
And  ev'ry  tongue  his  glory  fing. 

4  Behold  on  flying  clouds  he  comes, 
And  ev'ry  eye  mail  fee  him  move ; 
Though  with  our  fins  we  pierc'd  him  once  \ 
Then  he  difplays  his  pard'ning  love. 

5  The  unbelieving  world  fhall  wail, 
White  we  rejoice  to  fee  the  day  ; 
Come,  Lord,  nor  let  thy  promife  fail3 
Ncr  let  thy  chariots  long  delay. 


5g  HYMNS  AND  B.  L 

LXII.      Chrijl  Jefus  the  Lamb  of  God  worjhipped  by 
all  the  creation,  Rev.  v.    11,  12,  13. 

1  f~^  OME  let  us  join  our  cheerful  fongs 
\^s   With  angels  round  the  throne ; 
Ten  thoufand  thoufand  are  their  tongues, 

But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  "  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  dy'd,"  they  cry, 

"  To  be  exalted  thus  : 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb,"  our  lips  reply, 
"  For  he  was  flain  for  us." 

3  Jefus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honour  and  power  divine  ; 
And  blemngs  more  than  we  can  give, 
T   Be,  Lord,  for  ever  thine. 

4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  fky, 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  feas, 
Confpire  to  lift  thy  glories  high, 
And  fpeak  thine  endlefs  praife. 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 

To  blefs  the  facred  name 
Of  him  that  fits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 

LXIII.      ChrifFs  humiliation  and  exaltation,  Rev.  v. 
12. 

1   ~\T?  HAT  equal  honours  fhall  we  bring 
V  V     To  thee,  O  Lord  our  God,  the  Lamb, 
When  all  the  notes  that  angels  fing, 
Are  far  inferior  to  thy  name  ? 


13.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  53 

2  Worthy  is  he  that  once  was  flain, 

The  Prince  of  Peace,  that  groan'd  and  dy'd, 
Worthy  to  rife,  and  live,  and  reign 
At  his  Almighty  Father's  fide. 

3  Pow'r  and  dominion  are  his  due, 
Who  flood  condemn'd  at  Pilate's  bar; 
Wifdom  belongs  to  Jefus  too, 

Though  he  was  charg'd  with  madnefs  here. 

i  All  riches  are  his  native  right, 
Yet  he  fuftain'd  amazing  lofs  ; 
To  him  afcribe  eternal  might, 
Who  left  his  weaknefs  on  the  crofs* 

5  Honour  immortal  muft  be  paid, 
Inftead  of  fcandal  and  of  fcorn ; 
While  glory  mines  around  his  head, 
And  a  bright  crown  without  a  thorn. 

6  Ble flings  for  ever  on  the  Lamb, 

Who  bore  the  curfe  for  wretched  men  j 
Let  angels  found  his  facred  name, 
And  ev'ry  creature  fay,  Amen. 

LXIV.     Adoption,  1   John  iii.  1,  &c.  Gal.  iv.  6. 

1  T>EHOLD  what  wondrous  grace 
-0  The  Father  has  beftow'd 

On  fmners  of  a  mortal  race, 

To  call  them  fons  of  God  ! 

2  'Tis  np  furprifing  thing, 
That  we  fhould  be  unknown  ; 

The  Jewifh  world  knew  not  their  King, 
God's  everlafting  Son. 


54-  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

3  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 
How  great  we  muft  be  made. 

But  when  we  fee  our  Saviour  here. 
We  fhall  be  like  our  Head. 

4  A  hope  fo  much  divine 
May  trials  well  endure, 

May  purge  our  fouls  from  fenfe  and  fin, 
As  Chrift  the  Lord  is  pure. 

5  If  in  my  Father's  love 
I  fhare  a  filial  part, 

Send  down  thy  Spirit  like  a  dove, 
To  reft  upon  my  heart. 

6  We  would  no  longer  lie 

Like  flaves  beneath  the  throne  ; 
My  faith  fhall  Abba>  Father,  cry, 
And  thou  the  kindred  own. 

LXV.  The  kingdoms  of  the  world  become  the  king- 
doms of  the  Lord:  or,  The  day  of  Judgment,  Rev. 
xi.   15. 

1  T  ET  the  fev'nth  angel  found  on  high, 

-*-1  Let  fhouts  be  heard  through  all  the  fky  ; 
Kings  of  the  earth,  with  glad  accord, 
Give  up  your  kingdoms  to  the  Lord. 

2  Almighty  God,  thy  pow'r  afiume,    * 
Who  waft,  and  art,  and  art  to  come  : 
Jefus  the  Lamb,  who  once  was  flain. 
For  ever  live,  for  ever  reign  \ 


<B.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  38 

3   The  angry  nations  fret  and  roar, 
That  they  can  flay  the  faints  no  more  ; 
On  wings  of  vengeance  flies  our  God, 
To  pay  the  long  arrears  of  blood. 

4u  Now  muft  the  rifmg  dead  appear  ; 
Now  the  decifive  fentence  hear ; 
Now  the  dear  martyrs  of  the  Lord, 
Receive  an  infinite  reward. 

LXVI.      Chrijl  the  King  at  his  table,  Sol.  Song  L 
2,  3,  4,  5,  12,  13,  17. 

1  T  ET  him  embrace  my  foul,  and  prove 
•*~*  My  int'reft  in  his  heav'nly  love  ; 
The  voice  that  tells  me,  Thou  art  mine, 
Exceeds  the  bleflings  of  the  vine. 

2  On  thee  th'  anointing  Spirit  came, 
And  fpread  the  favour  of  thy  name ; 
That  oil  of  gladnefs  and  of  grace, 
Draws  virgin  fouls  to  meet  thy  face. 

3  Jefus,  allure  me  by  thy  charms, 
My  foul  fhall  fly  into  thine  arms ; 
Our  wand'ring  feet  thy  favours  bring 
To  the  fair  chambers  of  the  King. 

[4  Wonder  and  pleafure  tune  our  voice,   • 

To  fpeak  thy  praifes  and  our  joys : 

Our  mem'ry  keeps  this  love  of  thine 

Beyond  the  tafte  of  richeft  wine.] 
5  Though  in  ourfelves  deform'd  we  are, 

And  black  as  Kedar's  tents  appear  ; 

Yet  when  we  put  thy  beauties  on2 

Fair  as  the  courts  of  Solomon. 


56  HYMNS  AND  B.  L 

[  6  While  at  his  table  fits  the  King, 
He  loves  to  fee  us  fmile  and  fing ; 
Our  graces  are  our  beft  perfume, 
And  breathe  like  fpikenard  round  the  room.] 

7  As  myrrh  new-bleeding  from  the  tree, 
Such  is  a  dying  Chrift  to  me  : 
And  while  he  makes  my  foul  his  gueft, 
Thy  bofom,  Lord,  mail  be  my  reft. 

[  8  No  beams  of  cedar  or  of  fir,  • 

Can  with  thy  courts  on  earth  compare ; 
And  here  we  wait  until  thy  love 
Raife  us  to  nobler  feats  above.] 

LXVIL      Seeking  the  pa/lures  of  Chrijl  the  Shepherd^ 
Sol.  Song  i.  7. 

1  nrHOU  whom  my  foul  admires  above 

■*■    All  earthly  joy,  and  earthly  love, 
Tell  me,  dear  Shepherd,  let  me  know, 
Where  doth  thy  fweeteft  pafture  grow  ? 

2  Where  is  the  fhadow  of  that  rock 
That  from  the  fun  defends  thy  flock  ? 
Fain  would  I  feed  among  thy  fheep, 
Among  them  reft,  among  them  ileep. 

3  Why  fhould  thy  bride  appear  like  one 
That  turns  afide  to  paths  unknown ; 
My  conftant  feet  would  never  rove, 
Would  never  feek  another  love. 

[4  The  footfteps  of  thy  flock  I  fee  ; 
Thy  fweeteft  paftures  here  they  be  ; 
A  wondrous  feaft  thy  love  prepares, 
Bought  with  thy  wounds,  and  groans,  and  tears. 


B.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  57 

5  His  deareft  flefti  he  makes  my  food/. 
And  bids  me  drink  his  richeft  blood  : 
Here  to  thefe  hills  my  foul  will  come, 
Till  my  Beloved  leads  me  home.] 

LXVIII.     The  banquet  of  love,  Sol.  Song  ii.   1,  2, 
3,  4,  5,  6,  7. 

1  TOEHOLD  the  rofe  of  Sharon  here, 
■*-'  The  lily  which  the  vallies  bear  ; 
Behold  the  tree  of  life  that  gives 
Refrefhing  fruit  and  healing  leaves. 

2  Amongft  the  thorns  fo  lilies  mine  ; 
Amongft  wild  gourds  the  noble  vine ; 
So  in  mine  eyes  my  Saviour  proves, 
Amidft  a  thoufand  meaner  loves. 

3  Beneath  his  cooling  made  I  fat, 

To  (hield  me  from  the  burning  heat ; 
Of  heav'nly  fruit  he  fpreads  a  feaft, 
To  feed  my  eyes,  and  pleafe  my  tafte. 
[4«  Kindly  he  brought  me  to  the  place, 
Where  (lands  the  banquet  of  his  grace : 
He  faw  me  faint,  and  o'er  my  head 
The  banner  of  his  love  he  fpread. 

5  With  living  bread  and  gen'rous  wine, 
He  cheers  this  (inking  heart  of  mine ; 
And  op'ning  his  own  heart  to  me, 

He  (hews  his  thoughts  how  kind  they  be.] 

6  O  never  let  my  Lord  depart, 

Lie  down  and  reft  upon  my  heart ; 
I  charge  my  fins  not  once  to  move, 
Nor  ftir,  nor  wake,  nor  grieve  my  Love* 
H 


58  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

LXIX.      Chr'ijl  appearing  to  his  church,  a?ul  feehing 
her  company,  Sol.  Song  ii.  8,  9,  10,  11,  12,  13. 

1  HPHE  voice  of  my  Beloved  founds 

•*-    Over  the  rocks  and  rifing  grounds  ; 
O'er  hills  of  guilt,  and  feas  of  grief, 
He  leaps,  he  flies  to  my  relief. 

2  Nov/,  through  the  vail  of  flefh,  I  fee, 
With  eyes  of  love  he  looks  at  me ; 
Now  in  the  gofpel's  cleareft  glafs 

He  mews  the  beauties  of  his  face. 

S  Gently  he  draws  my  heart  along, 
Both  with  his  beauties  and  his  tongue  ; 
"  Rife,"  faith  my  Lord,  «  make  hafte  away, 
"  No  mortal  joys  are  worth  thy  fhay. 

4  "  The  Jewifh  wint'ry  (late  is  gone, 

"  The  mifts  are  fled,  the  fpring  comes  on  ; 
"  The  facred  turtle-dove  we  hear 
"  Proclaim  the  new,  the  joyful  year. 

5  "  Th'  immortal  vine,  of  heav'nly  root, 

«  Bloflbms,  and  buds,  and  gives  her  fruit." 
Lo,  we  are  come  to  tafte  the  wine ; 
Our  fouls  rejoice,  and  blefs  the  vine. 

6  And  when  we  hear  our  Jefus  fay, 

"  Rife  up,  my  love,  make  hafte  away  !" 
Our  hearts  would  fain  outfly  the  wind, 
And  leave  all  earthly  loves  behind. 


B.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  59 

LXX.      Chrijl  inviting,  and  the  church  atipwering  the 
invitation,  Sol.  Song  ii.   14,  16,  17. 

[1   TTARK!  the  Redeemer  from  on  high 
-*■  -*•  Sweetly  invites  his  fav'rites  nigh  \ 
From  caves  of  darknefs  and  of  doubt, 
He  gently  fpeaks,  and  calls  us  out : 

2  "  My  dove,  who  hideft  in  the  rock, 

"  Thine  heart  almoft  with  forrow  broke, 
"  Lift  up  thy  face,  forget  thy  fear, 
"  And  let  thy  voice  delight  mine  ear. 

3  "  Thy  voice  to  me  founds  ever  fweet ; 
"  My  graces  in  thy  count'nance  meet ; 

"  Though  the  vain  world  thy  face  defpife, 
"  'Tis  bright  and  comely  in  mine  eyes." 

4  Dear  Lord,  our  thankful  heart  receives 
The  hope  thine  invitation  gives : 

To  thee  cur  joyful  lips  fhall  raife 
The  voice  of  prayer  and  of  praife.] 

[5  I  am  my  Love's  and  he  is  mine  ; 

Our  hearts,  our  hopes,  our  paffions  join  •, 
Nor  let  a  motion,  nor  a  word, 
Nor  thought  arife  to  grieve  my  Lord. 

6  My  foul  to  paftures  fair  he  leads, 
Amongft  the  lilies  where  he  feeds ; 
Amongfl  the  faints  (whofe  robes  are  white, 
"WauYd  in  his  blood)  is  his  delight. 

7  Till  the  day  break,  and  fhadows  flee, 
Till  the  fweet  dawning  light  I  fee, 
Thine  eyes  to  me-ward  often  turn, 
Nor  let  my  foul  in  darknefs  mourn. 


tiO  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

8  Be  like  a  hart  on  mountains  green, 
Leap  o'er  the  hills  of  fear  and  fin  ; 
Nor  guilt,  nor  unbelief  divide 
My  Love,  my  Saviour,  from  my  fide.] 

LXXI.       Chrijl  found  in  the  ftreet,  a  fid  brought  to 
the  churchy  Sol.  Song  iii.  1,  2,  3,  4,  5. 

i    /^vFTEN  I  feek  my  Lord  by  night, 
^^  Jefus,  my  Love,  my  foul's  delight : 
With  warm  defire,  and  reftlefs  thought, 
I  feek  him  oft,  but  find  him  not. 

2  Then  I  arife  and  fearch  the  ftreet, 
'Till  I  my  Lord,  my  Saviour  meet  5 
I  a  Ik  the  watchmen  of  the  night, 

"  Where  did  you  fee  my  foul's  delight  ?" 

3  Sometimes  I  find  him  in  my  way, 
Directed  by  a  heav'nly  ray : 

I  leap  for  joy  to  fee  his  face, 

And  hold  him  faft  in  mine  embrace. 

[4  I  bring  him  to  my  mother's  home  ; 
Nor  does  my  Lord  refufe  to  come 
To  Zion's  facred  chambers,  where 
My  foul  firft  drew  the  vital  air. 

5  He  gives  me  there  his  bleeding  heart, 
Pierc'd  for  my  fake,  with  deadly  fmart  5 
I  give  my  foul  to  him,  and  there 
Our  loves  their  mutual  tokens  fhare.] 


B.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  61 

6  I  charge  you  all,  ye  earthly  toys, 
Approach  not  to  difturb  my  joys  5 
Nor  fin,  nor  hell,  come  near  my  heart,     . 
Nor  caufe  my  Saviour  to  depart. 

LXXII.       The  coronation  of  Chrift,  and  efpoufals 
of  the  churchy  Sol.  Song  iii.  11. 

1  -pv  AUGHTERS  of  Zion,  come,  behold 
■*-/  The  crown  of  honour  and  of  gold. 
Which  the  glad  church  with  joys  unknown, 
Plac'd  on  the  head  of  Solomon. 

2  Jefus,  thou  everlafting  King  ! 
Accept  the  tribute  which  we  bring ; 
Accept  the  well-deferv'd  renown, 
And  wear  our  praifes  as  thy  crown. 

3  Let  ev'ry  act  of  worfhip  be 

Like  our  efpoufals,  Lord,  to  thee : 
Like  the  dear  hour,  v/hen  from  above 
We  firft  receiv'd  thy  pledge  of  love. 

4  The  gladnefs  of  that  happy  day  ! 

Our  hearts  would  wifh  it  long  to  flay ; 
Nor  let  our  faith  forfake  its  hold, 
Nor  comfort  fink,  nor  love  grow  cold. 

5  Each  following  minute  as  it  flies, 
Increafe  thy  praife,  improve  our  joys, 
'Till  we  are  rais'd  to  fing  thy  name, 
At  the  great  fupper  of  the  Lamb. 

6  O  that  the  months  would  roll  away, 
And  bring  that  coronation-day  ! 

The  King  of  grace  fhall  fill  the  throne, 
With  all  his  Father's  glories  on. 


(52  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

LXXIII.     The  church's  beauty  in  the  eyes  of  Chrift y 
Sol.  Song  iv.  1,  7,  8,  9,  10,  11. 

1   JT IND  is  the  fpeech  of  Chrift  our  Lord, 
*^"  Affe&ion  founds  in  ev'ry  word  j 
"  Lo,  thou  art  fair,  my  love  !  he  cries ; 
"  Not  the  young  doves  have  fweeter  eyes. 

[2  "  Sweet  are  thy  lips,  thy  pleafing  voice 
t(  Salutes  mine  ear  with  fecret  joys  ; 
«  No  fpice  fo  much  delights  the  fmell, 
«  Nor  milk  nor  honey  tafte  fo  well.] 

3  "  Thou  art  all  fair,  my  bride,  to  me ; 
"  I  will  behold  no  fpot  in  thee." 
What  mighty  wonders  love  performs, 
And  puts  a  comelinefs  on  worms  ! 

4  Defil'd  and  loathfome  as  we  are, 
He  makes  us  white  and  calls  us  fair  ; 
Adorns  us  with  that  heav'nly  drefs, 
His  graces  and  his  righteoufnefs. 

5  "  My  filler  and  my  fpoufe,"  he  cries, 
"  Bound  to  my  heart  by  various  ties, 
"  Thy  powerful  love  my  heart  detains 

«  In  ftrong  delight,  and  pleafing  chains." 

6  He  calls  me  from  the  leopard's  den, 
From  this  wide  world  of  beafts  and  men, 
To  Zion,  where  his  glories  are ; 

Not  Lebanon  is  half  fo  fair. 

7  Nor  dens  of  prey,  nor  flow'ry  plains, 
Nor  earthly  joys,  nor  earthly  pains, 
Shall  hold  my  feet,  or  force  my  ftay, 
When  Chrift  invites  my  foul  -away. 


B.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  6$ 

LXXIV.       The  church  the  garden  of  Chrijl,  Sol. 
Song  iv.  12,  13,  15,  and  v.  1. 

1  "IT/'E  are  a  garden  wall'd  around, 

*  *     Chofen  and  made  peculiar  ground; 
A  little  fpot  inclos'd  by  grace, 
Out  of  the  world's  wide  wildernefs. 

2  Like  trees  of  myrrh  and  fpice  we  ftand, 
Planted  by  God  the  Father's  hand  j 
And  all  his  fprings  in  Zion  flow, 

To  make  the  young  plantation  grow. 

3  Awake,  O  heav'nly  wind,  and  come, 
Blow  on  this  garden  of  perfume  : 
Spirit  divine  !  defcend,  and  breathe 
A  gracious  gale  on  plants  beneath. 

4  Make  our  beft  fpices  flow  abroad, 
To  entertain  our  Saviour-God, 
And  faith,  and  love,  and  joy  appear, 
And  ev'ry  grace  be  active  here. 

^5  Let  my  beloved  come  and  tafte 
His  pleafant  fruits  at  his  own  feaft ; 
"  I  come,  my  fpoufe,  I  come,"  he  cries, 
With  love  and  pleafure  in  his  eyes. 

6  Our  Lord  into  his  garden  comes; 

Well  pleas1  d  to  fmell  our  poor  perfumes, 
And  calls  us  to  a  feait  divine, 
Sweeter  than  honey,  milk  or  wine. 

7  "  Eat  of  the  tree  of  life,  my  friends, 
"  The  bleffings  that  ray  Father  fends  ; 
«  Your  tafte  fhall  all  my  dainties  prove, 
«  And  drink  abundance  of  my  love." 


64,  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

8  Jefus,  we  will  frequent  thy  board, 
And  fmg  the  bounties  of  our  Lord  ; 
But  the  rich  food  on  which  we  live, 
Demands  more  praife  than  tongue  can  give.] 

LXXV.      The  defcriptlon  of  Chrijl  the  Beloved^    SoL 
Song  v.  9,  10,  11,  12,  14,  15,  16. 

1  T  I  'HE  wond'ring  world  inquires  to  know 

•*■    Why  I  mould  love  my  Jefus  fo ; 
"  What  are  his  charms,"  fay  they  *  above 
The  objects  of  a  mortal  love  ?" 

2  Yes,  my  Beloved,  to  my  fight 

Shews  a  fweet  mixture,  red  and  white : 
All  human  beauties,  all  divine, 
In  my  Beloved  meet  and  mine. 

3  White  is  his  foul,  from  blemifh  free  > 
Red  with  the  blood  he  fhed  for  me ; 
The  faireft  of  ten  thoufand  fairs  : 

A  fun  amongft  ten  thoufand  ftars. 
[4  His  head  the  fineft  gold  excels ; 
There  wifdom  in  perfection  dwells  : 
And  glory,  like  a  crown,  adorns 
Thofe  temples  once  befet  with  thorns. 

5  Companions  in  his  heart  are  found, 
Hard  by  the  fignals  of  his  wound  : 
His  facred  fide  no  more  fhall  bear 
The  cruel  fcourge,  the  piercing  fpear.] 

[6  His  hands  are  fairer  to  behold 
Than  diamonds  fet  in  rings  of  gold  : 
Thofe  heav'nly  hands  that  on  the  tree 
Were  nail'd,  and  torn,  and  bled  for  me. 


B.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  65 

7  Though  once  he  bow'd  his  feeble  knees. 
Loaded  with  fins  and  agonies  ; 
Now  on  the  throne  of  his  command 
His  legs  like  marble  pillars  ftand.] 

[8  His  eyes  are  majefty  and  love, 
The  eagle  temper'd  with  the  dove ; 
No  more  mail  trickling  forrows  roll 
Through  thofe  dear  windows  of  his  foul.] 

9  His  mouth,  that  pour'd  out  long  complaints, 
Now  fmiles,  and  cheers  his  fainting  faints ; 
His  countenance  more  graceful  is 

Than  Lebanon  with  all  its  trees. 

10  All  over  glorious  is  my  Lord  ; 
Muft  be  belov'd  and  yet  ador'd  : 
His  worth  if  all  the  nations  knew, 

Sure  the  whole  earth  would  love  him  too ! 


LXXVI.   Chrifl  dwells  in  heaven^  but  vifits  on  earth, 
Sol.  Song  vi.  1,  2,  3,  12. 

1  TX7HEN  ftrangers  ftand  and  hear  me  tell 

What  beauties  in  my  Saviour  dwell ; 
Where  he  is  gone  they  fain  would  know, 
That  they  may  feek  and  love  him  too. 

2  My  beft  beloved  keeps  his  throne 
On  hills  of  light,  in  worlds  unknown; 
But  he  defcends  and  mews  his  face 
In  the  voung  gardens  of  his  grace. 

I 


66  HYMNS  AND  B.  L 

[3  In  vineyards  planted  by  his  hand, 
Where  fruitful  trees  in  order  (land  •, 
He  feeds  among  the  fpicy  beds, 
Where  lilies  fhew  their  fpotlefs  heads. 

4  He  has  engrofs'd  my  warmed  love  ; 
No  earthly  charms  my  foul  can  move : 
I  have  a  manfion  in  his  heart, 
Nor  death,  nor  hell,  (hall  make  us  part.] 

£5  He  takes  my  foul  ere  I'm  aware, 
And  (hews  me  where  his  glories  are ; 
No  chariots  of  Amminadab 
The  heav'nly  rapture  can  defcribe. 

6  O  may  my  fpirit  daily  rife, 

On  wings  of  faith  above  the  fides, 
'Till  death  fhall  make  my  laff.  remove, 
To  dwell  for  ever  with  my  Love.] 

LXXVII.  The  love  of  Chrijl  to  the  Church  in  his 
language  to  her,  a?id  provifton  for  her,  Sol.  Son^ 
vii.  5,  6,  9,  12,  13. 

1   "VfOW,  in  the  galPries  of  his  grace 
-*-^    Appears  the  King,  and  thus  he  fays  : 
«  How  fair  my  faints  are  in  my  fight ! 
«  My  love,  how  pleafant  for  delight ! 

cl  Kind  is  thy  language,  fov'reign  Lord, 
There's  heav'nly  grace  in  ev'ry  word  ! 
From  that  dear  mouth  a  ftream  divine 
Flows  fweeter  than  the  choicefl  wine. 


B.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  67 

3  Such  wond'rous  love  awakes  the  lip 
Of  faints  that  were  almoft  afleep, 
To  fpeak  the  praifes  of  thy  name, 
And  make  our  cold  affections  flame. 

4  Thefe  are  the  joys  he  lets  us  know ; 
In  fields  and  villages  below, 
Gives  us  a  relifh  of  his  love, 

But  keeps  his  nobleft  feafl  above. 

5  In  paradife,  within  the  gates, 
An  higher  entertainment  waits  ; 
Fruits  new  and  old  laid  up  in  ftore, 
Where  we  mall  feed,  but  thirft  no  more. 


LXXVIII.        The  ftrength  of  Chrifts  love,  and  the 
foul's  jealoufy  of  her  own,  Sol.  Song  viii.  5,  6,  7, 
13,  14. 

[1    TX7HO  is  this  fair  one  in  diftrefs, 

That  travels  from  the  wildernefs, 
And  prefs'd  with  forrows  and  with  fins 
On  her  beloved  Lord  fne  leans  ? 

2  This  is  the  fpoufe  of  Chrift,  our  God, 
Bought  with  the  treafures  of  his  blood  ; 
And  her  requeft,  and  her  complaint, 

Is  but  the  voice  of  ev'ry  faint.] 

3  «  O  let  my  name  engraven  ftand, 

«  Both  on  thy  heart,  and  on  thy  hand ; 
"  Seal  me  upon  thine  arm,  and  wear 
«  That  pledge  of  love  for  ever  there. 


68  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

4  "  Stronger  than  death  thy  love  is  known, 

"  Which  floods  of  wrath  could  never  drown ; 
"  And  hell  and  earth  in  vain  combine, 
a  To  quench  a  fire  fo  much  divine. 

5  "  But  I  am  jealous  of  my  heart, 

f*  Left  it  fhould  once  from  thee  depart ; 
"  Then  let  thy  name  be  well  imprefs'd 
"  As  a  fair  fignet  on  my  bread. 

6  "  'Till  thou  haft  brought  me  to  thy  home, 
"  Where  fears  and  doubts  can  never  come  ; 
"  Thy  count'nance  let  me  often  fee, 

<"  And  often  thou  (halt  hear  from  me. 

7  «  Come,  my  Beloved,  hafte  away, 
iC  Cut  fhort  the  hours  of  thy  delay  ; 
"  Fly,  like  a  youthful  hart  or  roe, 

«  Over  the  hills  where  fpices  grow." 


LXXIX.     A  Morning  Hymn,  Pfal.  xix.  5,  8,  and 
lxxiii.  24,  25. 

1  /^  OD  of  the  morning,  at  whofe  voice 
^-*   The  cheerful  fun  makes  hafte  to  rife, 
And  like  a  giant  doth  rejoice 

To  .run  his  journey  through  the  fkies  ; 

2  From  the  fair  chambers  of  the  eaft 
The  circuit  of  his  race  begins, 
And,  without  wearinefs  or  reft, 

Round  the  whole  earth  he  flies  and  ihines. 

3  Oh,  like  the  fun,  may  I  fulfil 
Th'  appointed  duties  of  the  day, 
With  ready  mind,  and  active  will, 
March  on,  and  keep  my  heav'nly  way. 


B    I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  69 

[4  But  I  fliall  rove  and  lofe  the  race, 

If  God,  my  fun,  mould  difappear, 

And  leave  me  in  this  world's  wide  maze, 

To  follow  ev'ry  wand'ring  ftar.] 
">  Lord,  thy  commands  are  clean  and  pure, 

Enlight'ning  our  beclouded  eyes  ; 

Thy  threat'nings  juft,  thy  promife  fure, 

Thy  gofpel  makes  the  fimple  wife. 
6  Give  me  thy  counfel  for  my  guide, 

And  then  receive  me  to  thy  blifs ; 

All  my  defires  and  hopes  befide 

Are  faint  and  cold  compar'd  with  this. 


LXXX.     An  Evening  Hymn,  Pfal.  iv.  8.  and  iii* 
5,  6,  and  cxliii.  8. 

1  HTHUS  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on, 

Thus  far  his  pow'r  prolongs  my  days, 
And  ev'ry  ev'ning  fhall  make  known 
Some  frefh  memorial  of  his  grace. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  wafte, 
And  I  perhaps  am  near  my  home  5 
But  he  forgives  my  follies  paft, 

He  gives  me  ftrength  for  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  fleep  ; 
Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head  ; 
While  well-appointed  angels  keep 
Their  watchful  ftations  round  my  bed. 

4  In  vain  the  fons  of  earth  or  hell 
Tell  me  a  thoufand  frightful  things  5 
My  God  in  fafety  makes  me  dwell 
Beneath  the  fhadow  of  his  wings. 


70  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

[5  Faith  in  his  name  forbids  my  fear  ; 
O  may  thy  prefence  ne'er  depart ! 
And  in  the  morning  make  me  hear 
The  love  and  kindnefs  of  thy  heart. 

6  Thus  when  the  night  of  death  fhall  come, 
My  flefh  fhall  reft  beneath  the  ground, 
And  wait  thy  voice  to  roufe  my  tomb, 
With  fweet  falvation  in  the  found.] 

LXXXI.  A  Song  for  morning  or  evening.  Lam.  hi. 
23.  Ifa.  xlv.  7. 

TV/TY  God,  how  endlefs  is  thy  love  ! 
1M1.  r-p^y  g-£ts  are  ev'ry  ev'ning  new  ; 

And  morning  mercies  from  above, 
Gently  diftil  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  fpread'ft  the  curtains  of  the  night, 
Great  Guardian  of  my  lleeping  hours  ; 
Thy  fov'reign  word  reft  ores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowfy  pow'rs. 

3  I  yield  my  pow'rs  to  thy  command  ; 
To  thee  I  confecrate  my  days  ; 
Perpetual  bleffings  from  thy  hand 
Demand  perpetual  fongs  of  praife. 

LXXXII.      God  far  above  all   creatures ;  or,  Man 
vain  and  mortal,  Job  iv.  17 21. 

1    OH  ALL  the  vile  race  of  flefh  and  blood 
^  Contend  with  their  Creator,  God  ? 
Shall  mortal  worms  prefume  to  be 
More  holy,  wife,  or  juft  than  He  ? 


B.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  Tl 

2  Behold  he  puts  his  truft  in  none 
Of  all  the  fpirits  round  his  throne  ; 
Their  natures,  when  compar'd  with  his, 
Are  neither  holy,  juft,  nor  wife. 

3  But  how  much  meaner  things  are  they 
Who  fpring  from  duft,  and  dwell  in  clay  ! 
Touch'd  by  the  finger  of  thy  wrath, 

We  faint  and  perifh  like  the  moth. 

4  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night, 
We  die  by  thoufands  in  thy  fight ; 
Bury'd  in  duft  whole  nations  lie, 
Like  a  forgotten  vanity. 

5  Almighty  Pow'r,  to  thee  we  bow ; 
How  frail  are  we  !  how  glorious  thou  ! 
No  more  the  fons  of  earth  fhall  dare 
With  an  eternal  God  compare. 

LXXXIII.    Afflictions  and  death  under  providence , 
Job  v.  6,  7,  8. 

1  "VTOT  from  the  duft  affli&ions  grow, 

Nor  troubles  rife  by  chance ; 
Yet  we  are  born  to  cares  and  woes  ; 
A  fad  inheritance  ! 

2  As  fparks  break  out  from  burning  coals, 

And  ftill  are  upwards  borne  -, 
So  grief  is  rooted  in  our  fouls, 
And  man  grows  up  to  mourn  : 

3  Yet  with  my  God  I  leave  my  caufe, 

And  truft  his  promis'd  grace  : 
He  rules  me  by  his  well-known  laws 
Of  love  and  righteoufnefs. 


72  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

4  Not  all  the  pains  that  e'er  I  bore 
Shall  fpoil  my  future  peace  ; 
For  death  and  hell  can  do  no  more 
Than  what  my  Father  pleafe. 

LXXXIV.      Salvation,  righteouj nefs,  and Jlrength  in 
Chrijl,  Ifa.  xlv.  21—25. 

1  JEHOVAH  fpeaks,  let  Ifrael  hear, 
J    Let  all  the  earth  rejoice  and  fear, 
While  God's  eternal  Son  proclaims 
His  fov'reign  honours  and  his  names  : 

2  «  I  am  the  Laft,  and  I  the  Firft, 
"  The  Saviour-God,  and  God  the  Juft  ; 
"  There's  none  befide  pretends  to  fhew 
"  Such  juftice  and  falvation  too. 

[3  «  Ye  that  in  {hades  of  darknefs  dwell, 
"  Juft  on  the  verge  of  death  and  hell, 
"  Look  up  to  me  from  diftant  lands, 
"  Light,  life,  and  heaven,  are  in  my  hands* 

4  "  I  by  my  holy  name  have  fworn, 
"  Nor  mail  the  word  in  vain  return, 
«  To  me  fhall  all  things  bend  the  knee, 
"  And  ev'ry  tongue  fhall  fwear  to  me.] 

5  "  In  me  alone  fhall  men  confefs 
"  Lies  all  their  ftrength  and  righteoufnefs  \ 
"  But  fuch  as  dare  defpife  my  name, 
«  I'll  clothe  them  with  eternal  fhame. 

6  «  In  me,  the  Lord,  fhall  all  the  feed 
"  Of  Ifra'l  from  their  fins  be  freed, 
w  And  by  their  mining  graces  prove 
w  Their  int'reft  in  my  pard'ning  love." 


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LXXXV.     The  fame. 

1  'T'HE  Lord  on  high  proclaims 

His  Godhead  from  his  throne  ; 
«  Mercy  and  juftice  are  the  names 
«  By  which  I  will  be  known. 

2  "  Ye  dying  fouls  that  fit 

"  In  darknefs  and  diflrefs, 
«  Look  from  the  borders  of  the  pit 
"  To  my  recov'ring  grace." 

3  Sinners  fliall  hear  the  found  ; 
Their  thankful  tongues  mail  own, 

«  Our  righteoufnefs  and  ftrength  is  found 
"  In  thee,  the  Lord,  alone." 

4  In  thee  fhall  Ifrael  truft, 
And  fee  their  guilt  forgiv'n  ; 

God  will  pronounce  the  fmners  juft, 
And  take  the  faints  to  heav'n. 

LXXXVI.     God  holy,  juj}  and  fovereign,  Job   ix. 
2—10. 

1  TJOW  mould  the  fons  of  Adam's  race 

Be  pure  before  their  God  ! 
If  he  contend  in  righteoufnefs, 
We  fall  beneath  his  rod. 

2  To  vindicate  my  words  and  thoughts 

I'll  make  no  more  pretence  ; 
Not  one  of  all  my  thoufand  faults 
Can  bear  a  juft  defence. 
K 


H  HYMNS  AND  B.  L 

3  Strong  is  his  arm,  his  heart  is  wife  ; 
What  vain  prefumers  dare 
Againft  their  Maker's  hand  to  rife, 
Or  tempt  th'  unequal  war  ? 

[4  Mountains  by  his  almighty  wrath 
From  their  old  feats  are  torn  ; 
He  makes  the  earth  from  fouth  to  north, 
And  all  her  pillars  mourn. 

5  He  bids  the  fun  forbear  to  rife, 

Th'  obedient  fun  forbears  ; 
His  hand  with  fackcloth  fpreads  the  Ikies, 
And  feals  up  all  the  ftars. 

6  He  walks  upon  the  ftormy  fea  ; 

Flies  on  the  ftormy  wind  ; 
There's  none  can  trace  his  wondrous  way, 
Or  his  dark  footfteps  find.] 

LXXXVII.      God  dwells  with  the  humble  and  peni- 
tent,  Ifa.  lvii.  15,  16. 

1   T^HUS  faith  the  high  and  lofty  One, 
"  I  fit  upon  my  holy  throne  : 
My  name  is  God  •,  I  dwell  on  high  ; 
Dwell  in  my  own  eternity. 
But  I  defcend  to  worlds  below ; 
On  earth  I  have  a  manfion  too ; 
The  humble  fpirit  and  contrite 
Is  an  abode  of  my  delight. 

The  humble  foul  my  words  revive, 
I  bid  the  mourning  finner  live  \ 
Heal  all  the  broken  hearts  I  find, 
And  eafe  the  forrows  of  the  mind." 


B.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  75 

[4<  When  I  contend  againft  their  fin, 

"  I  make  them  know  how  vile  they've  been  ; 

"  But  mould  my  wrath  for  ever  fmoke, 

"  Their  fouls  would  fink  beneath  my  ftroke." 

5  O  may  thy  pard'ning  grace  be  nigh, 
Left  we  mould  faint,  defpair  and  die  ! 
Thus  fhall  our  better  thoughts  approve 
The  methods  of  thy  chaining  love.] 

LXXXVIII.     Life  the  day  of  grace  and  hope, 

Eccl.  ix.  4,  5,  6,  10. 

♦ 

1    T  IFE  is  the  time  to  ferve  the  Lord, 

■*-'  The  time  t'  infure  the  great  reward, 

And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 

The  vileft  finner  may  return. 
[2  Life  is  the  hour  that  God  hath  giv'n, 

To  'fcape  from  hell,  and  fly  to  heav'n  ; 

The  day  of  grace,  and  mortals  may 

Secure  the  blemngs  of  the  day.] 
3  The  living  know  that  they  mull  die  ; 

But  all  the  dead  forgotten  lie ; 

Their  mem'ry  and  their  fenfe  is  gone, 

Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 

[4  Their  hatred  and  their  love  is  loft, 
Their  envy  bury'd  in  the  duft  ; 
They  have  no  mare  in  all  that's  done 
Beneath  the  circuit  of  the  fun.] 

5  Then  what  my  thoughts  defign  to  do, 
My  hands,  with  all  your  might  purfue ; 
Since  no  device  nor  work  is  found, 
Nor  faith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  ground. 


76  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

6  There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  paft 
In  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  hafte  ; 
But  darknefs,  death,  and  long  defpair, 
Reign  in  eternal  filence  there. 

LXXXIX.     Youth  and  judgment,  Eccl.  xi.  9. 

1  "VE  fons  of  Adam,  vain  and  young, 

-*■    Indulge  your  eyes,  indulge  your  tongue  ; 
Tafte  the  delights  your  fouls  defire, 
And  give  a  loofe  to  all  your  fire : 

2  Purfue  the  pleafures  you  defign, 

And  cheer  your  hearts  with  fongs  and  wine ; 
Enjoy  the  day  of  mirth  *,  but  know, 
There  is  a  day  of  judgment  too. 

3  God  from  on  high  beholds  your  thoughts ; 
His  book  records  your  fecret  faults  ; 

The  works  of  darknefs  you  have  done, 
Mult  all  appear  before  the  fun. 

4  The  vengeance  to  your  follies  due 

Should  ftrike  your  hearts  with  terror  through : 
How  will  ye  ftand  before  his  face, 
Or  anlwer  for  his  injur'd  grace  ? 

5  Almighty  God,  turn  off  their  eyes 
From  thefe  alluring  vanities  : 
And  let  the  thunder  of  thy  word 
Awake  their  fouls  to  fear  the  Lord. 

XC.      The  fame. 

1    T   O,  the  young  tribes  of  Adam  rife. 
And  through  all  nature  rove, 
Fulfil  the  wifhes  of  their  eyes, 
And  tafte  the  joys  they  love. 


B.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  77 

2  They  give  a  loofe  to  wild  defires  ; 

But  let  the  tinners  know 
The  ftri£t  account  that  God  requires 
Of  all  the  works  they  do. 

3  The  Judge  prepares  his  throne  on  high, 

The  frighted  earth  and  feas 
Avoid  the  fury  of  his  eye, 

And  flee  before  his  face. 
4-  How  fhall  I  bear  that  dreadful  day, 

And  ftand  the  fiery  teft  ? 
I'd  give  all  mortal  joys  away 

To  be  for  ever  bleft. 

XCI.      Advice  to  youth  ;   or,   Old  age  and  death  in  an 
unconverted  jlate>  Eccl.  xii.  1,  7.  Ifa.  Ixv.  20. 

1  "VTOW  m  tne  heat  of  youthful  blood. 

Remember  your  Creator,  God  : 
Behold  the  months  come  haft'ning  on, 
When  you  fhall  fay,  My  joys  are  gone. 

2  Behold  the  aged  finner  goes, 
Laden  with  guilt  and  heavy  woes, 
Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
With  endlefs  curies  on  his  head. 

3  The  duft  returns  to  duft  again  \ 
The  foul,  in  agonies  of  pain, 
Afcends  to  God,  not  there  to  dwell, 
But  hears  her  doom,  and  finks  to  hell. 

4  Eternal  King  !  I  fear  thy  name  5 
Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am  ; 

And  when  my  foul  mufl  hence  remove, 
Give  me  a  man  (ion  in  thy  love. 


78  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

XCII.   Chrifl  the  wifdom  of  God,  Prov.  viii.   1, 
22—32. 

1  CHALL  Wifdom  cry  aloud, 

^  And  not  her  fpeech  be  heard  ? 
The  voice  of  God's  eternal  Word, 
Deferves  it  no  regard  ? 

2  "I  was  his  chief  delight, 
ts  His  everlafting  Son, 

"  Before  the  firft  of  all  his  works, 
«  Creation  was  begun. 

[3  "  Before  the  flying  clouds, 
"  Before  the  folid  land, 
"  Before  the  fields,  before  the  floods, 
"  I  dwelt  at  his  right-hand. 

4  "  When  he  adorn'd  the  fkies, 

w  And  built  them,  I  was  there, 
"  To  order  when  the  fun  mould  rife, 
"  And  marfhal  ev'ry  ftar. 

5  "  When  he  pour'd  out  the  fea, 
"  And  fpread  the  flowing  deep, 

«  I  gave  the  flood  a  firm  decree 

"  In  its  own  bounds  to  keep.] 

6  "  Upon  the  empty  air 

"  The  earth  was  baianc'd  well : 
"  With  joy  I  faw  the  manfion  where 
"  The  fons  of  men  mould  dwell.  v 

7  "  My  bufy  thoughts  at  firft 
"  On  their  falvation  ran, 

"  Ere  fin  was  born,  or  Adam's  duft 
*  Was  fafhion'd  to  a  man. 


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8  "  Then  come,  receive  my  grace,  * 

"  Ye  children,  and  be  wife  ; 
«  Happy  the  man  that  keeps  my  ways, 
"  The  man  that  fhuns  them  dies." 

XCIII.      Chrift,  or  Wifdom,  obeyed  or  rejlfted, 
Prov.  viii.  34—36. 

1  HTHUS  faith  the  Wifdom  of  the  Lord, 

"  Bleft  is  the  man  that  hears  my  word ; 
"  Keeps  daily  watch  before  my  gates, 
"  And  at  my  feet  for  mercy  waits. 

2  "  The  foul  that  feeks  me  fhall  obtain 

"  Immortal  wealth,  and  heavenly  gain  ', 

"  Immortal  life  is  his  reward, 

"  Life,  and  the  favour  of  the  Lord. 

3  "  But  the  vile  wretch  that  flies  from  me, 
<c  Doth  his  own  foul  an  injury : 

"  Fools,  that  again  ft  my  grace  rebel, 
"  Seek  death,  and  love  the  road  to  hell." 

XCIV.  Jiiftificatiort  by  faith,  not  by  works :  or, 
The  law  condemns ,  grace  juftifies,  Rom.  iiL  19 
—22. 

1  \7*AIN  are  the  hopes  the  fons  of  men 

On  their  own  works  have  built ; 
Their  hearts  by  nature  are  unclean, 
And  all  their  actions  guilt. 

2  Let  Jew  and  Gentile  ftop  their  mouths, 

"Without  a  murm'ring  word, 
And  the  whole  race  of  Adam  ftand 
Guilty  before  the  Lord. 


80  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

3  In  vain  we  alk  God's  righteous  law 

To  juftify  us  now, 
Since  to  convince  and  to  condemn 
Is  all  the  law  can  do. 

4  Jefus,  how  glorious  is  thy  grace  ! 

When  in  thy  name  we  truft, 
Our  faith  receives  a  righteoufnefs 
That  makes  the  (inner  juft. 

XCV.     Regeneration,  John  i.    13.  and  iii.  3,  &c. 

1  "VTOT  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth, 

Nor  rites  that  God  has  giv'n, 
Nor  will  of  man,  nor  blood,  nor  birth, 
Can  raife  a  foul  to  heav'n. 

2  The  fov'reign  will  of  God  alone 

Creates  us  heirs  of  grace  y 
Born  in  the  image  of  his  Son, 
A  new  peculiar  race. 

3  The  Spirit,  like  fome  heav'nly  wind, 

Blows  on  the  fons  of  flefh, 

New-models  all  the  carnal  mind, 

And  forms  the  man  afrefh. 

4  Our  quicken'd  fouls  awake  and  rife 

From  the  long  fleep  of  death ; 

On  heav'nly  things  we  fix  our  eyes, 

And  praife  employs  our  breath. 

XCVI.     Election  excludes  boaftingy   1  Cor.  i. 
26—31. 

1   "RUT  few  among  the  carnal  wife, 
But  few  of  noble  race, 
Obtain  the  favour  of  thine  eyes, 
Almighty  King  of  grace  ! 


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2  He  takes  the  men  of  meaneft  name 

For  fons  and  heirs  of  God ; 
And  thus  he  pours  abundant  fhame 
On  honourable  blood. 

3  He  calls  the  fool,  and  makes  him  know 

The  myft'ries  of  his  grace, 
To  bring  afpiring  wifdom  low, 
And  all  its  pride  abafe. 

4  Nature  has  all  its  glories  loft, 

When  brought  before  his  throne  ; 
N©  flefh  ihall  in  his  prefence  boait, 
But  in  the  Lord  alone. 

XCVII.      Chrijl  our  ivifdom,  right leoufnefsy  &c. 
1  Cor.  i.  30.  " 


JB 


URY'D  in  fhadows  of  the  night, 
We  lie  till  Chrift  reftores  the  light ; 
Wifdom  defcends  to  heal  the  blind, 
And  chafe  the  darknefs  off  the  mind. 


L2  Our  guiity  fouls  are  drown'd  in  tears, 
Till  his  atoning  blood  appears  *, 
Then  we  awake  from  deep  diflrefs, 
And  fmg,  "  The  Lord  our  righteoufnefsr? 

3  Our  very  frame  is  mix'd  with  fin  ; 
His  Spirit  makes  our  natures  clean  ; 
Such  virtues  from  his  fuff'rings  flow, 
At  once  to  cleanfe  and  pardon  too. 

4  Jefus  beholds  where  Satan  reigns, 
Binding  his  flaves  in  heavy  chains  -, 
He  fets  the  pris'ners  free,  and  breaks 
The  iron  bondage  from  our  necks. 

L 


m  HYMNS  AND  B.  I, 

5  Poor  helplefs  worms  in  thee  poiTefs 

Grace,  wifdom,  pow'r,  and  righteoufnefs  $ 

Thou  art  our  mighty  All,  and  we 

Give  our  whole  (elves,  O  Lord,  to  thee. 

XCVin.     The  fame. 

1  TXOW  heavy  is  the  night, 

That  hangs  upon  our  eyes, 
Till  Chrift  with  his  reviving  light 
Over  our  fouls  arife  ! 

2  Our  guilty  fpirits  dread 

To  meet  the  wrath  of  heav'n  ; 
But  in  his  righteoufnefs  array'd 
We  fee  our  fins  forgiv'n. 

3  Unholy  and  impure 

Are  all  our  thoughts  and  ways, 
His  hands  infected  nature  cure 
With  fanctifying  grace. 

4  The  pow'rs  of  hell  agree 
To  hold  our  fouls  in  vain  ; 

He  fets  the  fons  of  bondage  free, 
And  breaks  the  curfed  chain. 

5  Lord,  we  adore  thy  ways, 
To  bring  us  near  to  God  ; 

Thy  fov'reign  pow'r,  thy  healing  grace* 
And  thine  atoning  blood. 


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XCIX.  Stones  made  the  children  of  Abraham  ;  or, 
Grace  not  conveyed  by  religious  parents,  Matth.  iii. 
9. 

1  X7AIN  are  the  hopes  that  rebels  place 

Upon  their  birth  and  blood, 
Defcended  from  a  pious  race, 
(Their  fathers  now  with  God.) 

2  He  from  the  caves  of  earth  and  hell 

Can  take  the  harden  Hones, 
And  fill  the  houfe  of  Abra'm  well 
"With  new-created  fons. 

3  Such  wondrous  pow'r  doth  he  poflefs, 

Who  form'd  our  mortal  frame, 
Who  call'd  the  world  from  emptinefs ; 
The  world  obey'd  and  came. 

C.     Believe y  and  be  faved,  John  iii.  16,  17,  18. 

1  ~^rOT  to  condemn  the  fons  of  men 
-*-^    Did  Chrift  the  Son  of  God  appear : 
No  weapons  in  his  hands  are  feen, 

No  naming  fword,  nor  thunder  there. 

2  Such  was  the  pity  of  our  God, 
He  lov'd  the  race  of  men  fo  well, 
He  fent  his  Son  to  bear  our  load 

Of  fins,  and  fave  our  fouls  from  hell. 

3  Sinners,  believe  the  Saviour's  word, 
Truft  in  his  mighty  name  and  live  ; 
A  thoufand  joys  his  lips  afford, 
His  hands  a  thoufand  bleffings  give. 


84  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

4  But  vengeance  and  damnation  lies 
On  rebels  who  refufe  the  grace  ; 
Who  God's  eternal  Son  defpif^, 
The  hotter!  hell  fhall  be  their  place. 

CI.      Joy  in  heaven  for  a  repenting  Jinner, 
Luke  xv.  7,  10. 

1  \XTHO  can  defcribe  the  joys  that  rife 

Through  all  the  courts  of  paradife, 
To  fee  a  prodigal  return, 
To  fee  an  heir  of  glory  born  ! 

2  With  joy  the  Father  doth  approve 
The  fruit  of  his  eternal  love  ; 

The  Son  with  joy  looks  down  and  fees 
The  purchafe  of  his  agonies. 

3  The  Spirit  takes  delight  to  view 
The  holy  foul  he  form'd  anew  ! 
And  faints  and  angels  join  to  ling 
The  growing  empire  of  their  King. 

CII.      The  beatitudes,  Mat.  v.  3—12. 

[1   "DLESST)  are  the  humble  fouls  that  fee 
Their  emptinefs,  and  poverty  ; 
Treafures  of  grace  to  them  are  giv'n, 
And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heav'n.] 

[2  Blefs'd  are  the  men  of  broken  heart, 
Who  mourn  for  fin  with  inward  fmart  j 
The  blood  of  Chrift  divinely  flows, 
A  healing  balm  for  all  their  woes.] 

[3  Blefs'd  are  the  meek,  who  ftand  afar 
From  rage  and  pamon,  noife  and  war ; 
God  will  fecure  their  happy  ftate, 
And  plead  their  caufe  againft  the  great.] 


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[4>  Blefs'd  are  the  fouls  that  thirft  for  grace, 
Hunger  and  long  for  righteoufnefs  ; 
They  fhall  be  well  fupply'd  and  fed 
With  living  dreams,  and  living  bread.] 

[5  Blefs'd  are  the  men  whofe  bowels  move, 
And  melt  with  fympathy  and  love  ; 
From  Chrift,  the  Lord,  mall  they  obtain 
Like  fympathy  and  love  again.] 

[6  Blefs'd  are  the  pure,  whofe  hearts  are  clean 
From  the  defiling  pow'r  of  fin  : 
With  endlefs  pleafure  they  mail  fee 
A  God  of  fpotlefs  purity.] 

[7  Blefs'd  are  the  men  of  peaceful  life, 
Who  quench  the  coals  of  growing  ftrife  5 
They  mail  be  call'd  the  heirs  of  blifs, 
The  fons  of  God,  the  God  of  peace.] 

[8  Blefs'd  are  the  fuff'rers  who  partake 
Of  pain  and  fhame  for  Jefus'  fake : 
Their  fouls  fhall  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
Glory  and  joy  are  their  reward.] 

CIII.   Not  ajhamed  of  the  gofpely  2  Tim.  i.    12, 

1  T  'M  not  afham'd  to  own  my  Lord, 

Or  to  defend  his  caufe, 
Maintain  the  honour  of  his  word, 
The  glory  of  his  crofs. 

2  Jefus,  my  God,  I  know  his  name-, 

His  name  is  all  my  truft  ; 
Nor  will  he  put  my  foul  to  ihame", 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  loft. 


,  86  HYMNS  AND  B.  L 

3  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promife  ftands, 

And  he  can  well  fecure 
What  I've  committed  to  his  hands, 
'Till  the  decifive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthlefs  name 

Before  his  Father's  face, 
And  in  the  New  Jerufalem 
Appoint  my  foul  a  place. 

CIV.     A  Jlate  of  nature  and  of  grace y  1  Cor. 
vi.  10,  11. 

1  "VTOT  the  malicious  or  profane, 
***^    The  wanton  or  the  proud, 

Nor  thieves,  nor  fland'rers,  (hall  obtain 
The  kingdom  of  our  God*. 

2  Surprifing  grace  !  and  fuch  were  we      ; 

By  nature  and  by  fin, 

Heirs  of  immortal  mifery, 

Unholy  and  unclean. 

5  But  we  are  wafh'd  in  Jefus'  blood, 

We're  pardon'd  through  his  name  ; 
And  the  good  Spirit  of  our  God 
Has  fanctify'd  our  frame. 

4  O  for  a  perfevering  pow'r 

To  keep  thy  juft  commands  ! 
We  would  defile  our  hearts  no  more, 
No  more  pollute  our  hands. 


B.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  87 

CV.     Heaven  invifible  and  holy,   1  Cor.  ii.  9,  10. 
Rev.  xxi.  27. 

1  "VTOR  eye  hath  feen,  nor  ear  has  hear'd, 

Nor  fenfe  nor  reafon  known, 
What  joys  the  Father  has  prepar'd 
For  thofe  that  love  the  Son. 

2  But  the  good  Spirit  of  the  Lord 

Reveals  a  heav'n  to  come  ; 

The  beams  of  glory  in  his  word 

Allure  and  guide  us  home. 

3  Pure  are  the  joys  above  the  fky, 

And  all  the  region  peace  ; 
No  wanton  lips,  nor  envious  eye, 
Can  fee  or  tafte  the  blifs. 

4  Thofe  holy  gates  for  ever  bar 

Pollution,  (in,  and  fhame  j 
None  fhall  obtain  admittance  there, 
But  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

5  He  keeps,  the  Father's  book  of  life, 

There  all  their  names  are  found  : 
The  hypocrite  in  vain  fhall  ftxive 

To  tread  the  heav'nly  ground.  ^ 

CVI.     Dead  to  fin  by  the  crofs  of  Chrift, 
Rom.  vi.  1,  2,  6. 

1   C  H  ALL  we  go  on  to  fin 

Becaufe  thy  grace  abounds  ? 
Or  crucify  the  Lord  again, 
And  open  all  his  wounds  ? 


88  HYMNS  AND  B.  L 

2  Forbid  it,  mighty  God  ! 

Nor  let  it  e'er  be  faid, 
That  we,  whofe  fins  are  crucify'd, 
Should  raife  them  from  the  dead. 

3  We  will  be  flaves  no  more, 

Since  Chrift  has  made  us  free, 
Has  naiPd  our  tyrants  to  his  crofs, 
And  bought  our  liberty. 

CVII.  The  fall  and  recovery  of  mail  ;  or,  Chrijl 
and  Satan  at  enmity,  Gen.  iii.  1,  15,  17.  Gal.  iv. 
4.  Col.  ii.  15. 

1  -pvECEIVT)  by  fubtle  fnares  of  hell, 
U  Adam,  our  head,  our  father  fell, 
When  Satan  in  the  ferpent  hid, 
Propos'd  the  fruit  that  God  forbid. 

2  Death  was  the  threat'ning  ;  death  began 
To  take  pofiefhon  of  the  man  : 

His  unborn  race  receiv'd  the  wound, 
And  heavy  curfes  fmote  the  ground. 

3  But  Satan  found  a  worfe  reward  ; 
Thus  faith  the  vengeance  of  the  Lord, 
11  Let  everlafting  hatred  be 

"  Betwixt  the  woman's  feed  and  thee. 

4*  "  The  woman's  feed  mall  be  my  Son, 
«  He  fhall  deltroy  what  thou  hall  done* 
«  Shall  break  thy  head,  and  only  feel 
"  Thy  malice  raging  at  his  heel." 

[5  He  fpake  -,  and  bid  four  thoufand  years 
Roll  on ;— at  length  his  Son  appears  ; 
Angels  with  joy  defcend  to  earth, 
And  ling  the  young  Redeemer's  birth. 


B.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  89 

6  Lo,  by  the  fons  of  hell  he  dies ; 
But  as  he  hung  'twixt  earth  and  Ikies, 
He  gave  their  prince  a  fatal  blow, 
And  triumph'd  o'er  the  pow'rs  below.] 


1 


CVIII.     Chrijl  unfeen  and  belovedy  1  Pet.  i.  8, 

"VTOT  with  our  mortal  eyes 
■       Have  we  beheld  the  Lord, 
Yet  we  rejoice  to  hear  his  name, 
And  love  him  in  his  word. 

2  On  earth  we  want  the  fight 

Of  our  Redeemer's  face  ; 
Yet,  Lord,  our  inmoft  thoughts  delight 
To  dwell  upon  thy  grace. 

3  And  when  we  tafte  thy  love, 

Our  joys  divinely  grow 
Unfpeakable,  like  thofe  above, 
And  heav'n  begins  below. 

CIX.   The  value  of  Chrijl  and  his  righteoufneft,  Phil, 
iii.  7,  8,  9. 

I   "VfO  more,  my  God,  I  boaft  no  more 
*^*    Of  all  the  duties  I  have  done  j 
I  quit  the  hopes  I  held  before, 
To  trull  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

>2  Now,  for  the  love  I  bear  his  name, 
What  was  my  gain,  I  count  my  lofs  ; 
My  former  pride  I  call  my  ftiamer 
And  nail  my  glory  to  his  crofs. 

M 


90  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

3  Yes,  and  I  muft  and  will  efteem 
All  things  but  lofs  for  Jefus'  fake  : 
O  may  my  foul  be  found  in  him, 
And  of  his  righteoufnefs  partake  ! 

4  The  bed  obedience  of  my  hands 
Dares  not  appear  before  thy  throne  ; 
But  faith  can  anfwer  thy  demands, 
By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done. 


CX.     Death  and  immediate  glory,  2  Cor.  v.  1, 
5 8. 

1  HTHERE  is  a  houfe  not  made  with  hands 

Eternal,  and  on  high  •, 
And  here  my  fpirit  waiting  (lands, 
'Till  God  mail  bid  it  fly. 

2  Shortly  this  prifon  of  my  clay 

Muft  be  diflblv'd  and  fall ; 

Then,  O  my  foul,  with  joy  obey 

Thy  heav'nly  Father's  call. 

3  'Tis  he,  by  his  almighty  grace, 

That  forms  thee  fit  for  heav'n  j 
And  as  an  earned  of  the  place 
Has  his  own  Spirit  giv'n. 

4  We  walk  by  faith  of  joys  to  come  5 
Faith  lives  upon  his  word  ; 
But  while  the  body  is  our  home, 
We're  abfent  from  the  Lord. 


B.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  91 

5  'Tis  pleafant  to  believe  thy  grace, 
But  we  had  rather  fee  ; 
We  would  be  abfent  from  the  flefhj 
And  prefent,  Lord,  with  thee. 

CXI.  Salvation  by  grace,  Titus  iii.  3— —7. 

£1   ][  ORD,  we  confefs  our  num'rous  faults, 
■*-*  How  great  our  guilt  has  been ; 
Foolifti  and  vain  were  all  our  thoughts, 
And  all  our  lives  were  fin. 

2  But,  O  my  foal,  for  ever  praife, 
For  ever  love  his  name, 
"Who  turns  thy  feet  from  dang'rous  ways 
Of  folly,  fin  and  fhame.] 

[3  'Tis  not  by  works  of  righteoufnefs 
Which  our  own  hands  have  done  : 
But  we  are  fav'd  by  fov'reign  grace, 
Abounding  through  his  Son.] 

A  'Tis  from  the  mercy  of  our  God 
That  all  our  hopes  begin  ; 
Tis  by  the  water  and  the  blood 
Our  fouls  are  wafh'd  from  fin. 

5  'Tis  through  the  purchafe  of  his  death, 

Who  hung  upon  the  tree, 
The  Spirit  is  fent  down  to  breathe 
On  fuch  dry  bones  as  we. 

6  Rais'd  from  the  dead  we  live  anew .; 

And  juftify'd  by  grace, 
We  fhall  appear  in  glory  too, 
And  fee  our  Father's  face. 


92  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

CXII.     The  htazen  ferpent ;  or,  Looking  to  Jefus> 
John  iii.  14 16. 

1   CO  did  the  Hebrew  prophet  raife 
The  brazen  ferpent  high  \ 
The  wounded  felt  immediate  eafe, 
The  camp  forbore  to  die. 

Y2  "  Look  upward  in  the  dying  hour, 
"  And  live,"  the  prophet  cries  : 
But  Chrift  performs  a  nobler  cure, 
When  faith  lifts  up  her  eyes. 

3  High  on  the  crofs  the  Saviour  hung, 
High  in  the  heav'ns  he  reigns  ; 
Here  finners,  by  th*  old  ferpent  ftung, 
Look,  and  forget  their  pains. 

4<  When  God's  own  Son  is  lifted  up, 

A  dying  world  revives  j 
-  The  Jew  beholds  the  glorious  hope, 

Th*  expiring  Gentile  lives. 


CXIII.  Abraham's  blejfmg  on  the  Gentiles^  Gen.  xvii. 
7.  Rom.  xv.  8.  Mark  x.  14. 


HOW  large  the  promife  !  how  divine, 
To  Abrah'm  and  his  feed  ! 
«  Til  be  a  God  to  thee  and  thine, 
"  Supplying  all  their  need." 

The  words  of  his  extenfive  love 

From  age  to  age  endure ; 
The  angel  of  the  cov'nant  proves, 

And  feals  the  blefiing  fure. 


B.  t  SPIRITUAL  SO&GS.  93 

3  Jefus  the  ancient  faith  confirms, 

To  our  great  fathers  giv'n  ; 
He  takes  young  children  to  his  arms. 
And  calls  them  heirs  of  heav'n. 

4  Our  God  !  how  faithful  are  his  ways  ! 

His  love  endures  the  fame  ; 
Nor  from  the  promife  of  his  grace 
Blots  out  his  children's  name. 

CXIV.     The  fame,  Rom.  xi.  16,  17. 

1  QENTILES  by  nature,  we  belong 

To  the  wild  olive  wood  ; 
Grace  takes  us  from  the  barren  tree, 
And  grafts  us  in  the  good. 

2  "With  the  fame  bleffing  grace  endows 

The  Gentile  and  the  Jew  : 

If  pure  and  holy  be  the  root, 

Such  are  the  branches  too. 

3  Then  let  the  children  of  the  faints 

Be  dedicate  to  God  : 
Pour  out  thy  Spirit  on  them,  Lord  ! 
And  warn  them  in  thy  blood. 

4  Thus  to  the  parents  and  their  feed 

Shall  thy  falvation  come, 
And  num'rous  houfeholds  meet  at  lafl 
In  one  eternal  home. 

CXV.      ConviBion  of  fin  by  the  law,  Rom.  vii. 
8,  9,  14,  24. 
I  T  ORD,  how  fecure  my  confcience  was, 
i*-1  And  felt  no  inward  dread  ! 
I  was  alive  without  the  law, 

And  thought  my  fins  were  dead. 


94,  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

2  My  hopes  of  heav'n  were  firm  and  bright  ^ 
But  fince  the  precept  came 
With  a  convincing  pow'r  and  light, 
I  find  how  vile  I  am. 
[3  My  guilt  appear'd  but  fmall  before, 
'Till  terribly  I  faw 
How  perfect,  holy,  juft,  and  pure, 
Was  thine  eternal  law. 

4  Then  felt  my  foul  the  heavy  load, 

My  fins  revived  again  ; 
I  had  provok'd  a  dreadful  God, 
And  all  my  hopes  were  flain.] 

5  I'm  like  a  helplefs  captive  fold 

Under  the  pow'r  of  fin ; 
I  cannot  do  the  good  I  would, 
Nor  keep  my  confcience  clean* 

6  My  God,  I  cry,  with  ev'ry  breath, 

For  fome  kind  pow'r  to  fave, 
To  break  the  yoke  of  fin  and  death, 
And  thus  redeem  the  flave. 

CXVI.     Love  to  God  and  our  neighbour^ 
Matt.  xxii.  37 40. 

1  HPHUS  faith  the  firft,  the  great  command, 

■*■    "  Let  all  thy  inward  pow'rs  unite 
«  To  love  thy  Maker,  and  thy  God, 
«  With  utmoft  vigour  and  delight. 

2  "  Then  fhall  thy  neighbour  next  in  place 
«  Share  thine  affections  and  efteem  j 

«  And  let  thy  kindnefs  to  thyfelf 
"  Meafure  and  rule  thy  love  to  him." 


£    L  -SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  95 

3  This  is  the  fenfe  that  Mofes  fpoke, 
This  did  the  prophets  preach  and  prove  ; 
For  want  of  this  the  law  is  broke, 

And  the  whole  law's  fulfill'd  by  love. 

4  But  Oh  !  how  bafe  our  paffions  are  ! 
How  cold  our  charity  and  zeal ! 
Lord,  fill  our  fouls  with  heav'nly  fire, 
Or  we  fhall  ne'er  perform  thy  will. 

CXVII.     EleElion  fovereign  and  free •,  Rom.  ix. 
21,  22,  23,  24. 

[1   T)EHOLD  the  potter  and  the  clay, 
■M  He  forms  his  veflels  as  he  pleafe : 
Such  is  our  God  and  fuch  are  we, 
The  fubjec~ts  of  his  high  decrees. 

2  Doth  not  the  workman's  pow'r  extend 
O'er  all  the  mafs,  which  part  to  choofe, 
And  mould  it  for  a  nobler  end, 

And  which  to  leave  for  viler  ufe  ?] 

3  May  not  the  fov'reign  Lord  on  high 
Difpenfe  his  favours  as  he  will ; 
Choofe  fome  to  life,  while  others  die, 
And  yet  be  juft  and  gracious  ftill  ? 

[4?  What,  if  to  make  his  terror  known, 
He  lets  his  patience  long  endure, 
Suff'ring  vile  rebels  to  go  on, 
And  feal  their  own  deftru&ion  fure  ? 

5  What  if  he  means  to  fhew  his  grace. 
And  his  electing  love  employs, 

To  mark  out  fome  of  mortal  race, 
And  form  them  fit  for  heav'nly  joys  ?3 


96  HYMNS  AND  B.  L 

6  Shall  man  reply  againft  the  Lord, 
And  call  his  Maker's  ways  unjuft, 
The  thunder  of  whofe  dreadful  word 
Can  crufh  a  thoufand  worlds  to  duft  ? 

7  But,  O  my  foul,  if  truths  fo  bright 
Should  dazzle  and  confound  thy  fight, 
Yet  ftill  his  written  will  obey, 

And  wait  the  great  decifive  day. 

8  Then  (hall  he  make  his  juftice  known, 
And  the  whole  world  before  his  throne, 
With  joy,  or  terror,  iTiall  confefs 

The  glory  of  his  righteoufnefs. 

CXVIII.  Mofes  and  Chrift  ;  or,  Sins  againjl  the 
law  and  go/pel,  John  i.  17.  Heb.  iii.  3,  5,  6,  and 
x.  28,  29. 

1  'T'HE  law  by  Mofes  came, 

But  peace,  and  truth,  and  love, 
Were  brought  by  Chrift  (a  nobler  name) 
Defcending  from  above. 

2  Amidfl  the  houfe  of  God 

Their  different  works  were  done  ; 
Mofes  a  faithful  fervant  flood, 
But  Chrift  a  faithful  Son. 

3  Then  to  his  new  commands 

Be  ftricl:  obedience  paid  ; 
O'er  all  his  Father's  houfe  he  ftands 
The  Sovereign  and  the  Head. 


B.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

4  The  man  that  durft  defpife 

The  law  that  Mofes  brought, 
Behold  !  how  terribly  he  dies 
For  his  prefumptuous  fault. 

5  But  forer  vengeance  falls 

On  that  rebellious  race, 
Who  hate  to  hear  when  Jefus  calls, 
And  dare  refift  his  grace. 


CXIX.      The  different  fuccefs  of  the  gcfpel  1  Cor. 
i.  23,  2jt.  3  Cor.  ii.  16.  1  Cor.  iii.  6,  7. 

1  /^HRIST  and  his  crofs  is  all  our  theme ; 

The  myft'ries  that  we  fpeak 
Are  fcandal  in  the  Jew's  efteem, 
And  folly  to  the  Greek. 

2  But  fouls  enlight'ned  from  above 

With  joy  receive  the  word  ; 
They  fee  what  wifdom,  pow'r,  and  love, 
Shine  in  their  dying  Lord. 

3  The  vital  favour  of  his  name 

Re  (tores  their  fainting  breath  ; 
But  unbelief  perverts  the  fame 
To  guilt,  defpair  and  death. 

5  'Till  God  diffufe  his  graces  down, 
Like  ihow'rs  of  heav'nly  rain, 
In  vain  Apollos  fows  the  ground, 
And  Paul  may  plant  in  vain. 

N 


9S  HYMNS  AND  &  I. 

CXX.     Faith  of  things  unfeen,  Heb.  xi.  1,  3,  8,  10. 

1  Tj^AITH  is  the  brighteft  evidence 
-*-     Of  things  beyond  our  fight, 

Breaks  through  the  clouds  of  flefh  and  fenfe, 
And  dwells  in  heav'nly  light. 

2  It  fets  times  pad  in  prefent  view, 

Brings  diftant  profpe&s  home, 
Of  things  a  thouiand  years  ago, 
Or  thoufand  years  to  come. 

3  By  faith  we  know  the  worlds  were  made, 

By  God's  almighty  word  *, 
Abra'm,  to  unknown  countries  led, 
By  faith  obeyed  the  Lord. 

4  He  fought  a  city  fair  and  high, 

Built  by  th'  eternal  hands ; 
And  faith  affures  us,  though  we  die, 
That  heav'nly  building  ftands. 

CXXI.     Children  devoted  to  God,  Gen.  xvii.  7,  10. 
Ads  xvi.  14,  15,  33. 

(For  thofe  who  pra£Hfe  infant-baptifm) 

1  T^HUS  faith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 

-*-    «  I'll  be  a  God  to  thee  ; 
«  I'll  blefs  thy  num'rous  race,  and  they 
"  Shall  be  a  feed  for  me." 

2  Abra'm  believ'd  the  promis'd  grace, 

And  gave  his  fon  to  God ; 
But  water  feals  the  blefling  now, 
That  once  was  feal'd  with  blood. 


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3  Thus  Lydia  fan£Ufy'd  her  houfe, 

When  me  receiv'd  the  word  ; 
Thus  the  believing  jailor  gave 
His  houfehold  to  the  Lord. 

4  Thus  later  faints,  eternal  King  ! 

Thine  ancient  truths  embrace  ; 
To  thee  their  infant-offspring  bring, 
And  humbly  claim  thy  grace. 

CXXII.     Believers  buried  with  Chrifi  in  baptifm, 
Rom.  vi.  3,   &c. 

1  Y\0  we  not  know  that  folemn  word, 

That  we  are  bury'd  with  the  Lord  ; 
Baptiz'd  into  his  death,  and  then 
Put  off  the  body  of  our  fin. 

2  Our  fouls  receive  diviner  breath, 

Rais'd  from  corruption,  guilt,  and  death ; 
So  from  the  grave  did  Chriil  arife, 
And  lives  to  God  above  the  fkies. 

3  No  more  let  fin  or  Satan  reign 
Over  our  mortal  flefh  again  : 

The  various  lulls  we  ferv'd  before, 
Shall  have  dominion  now  no  more. 

CXXIII.      The  repenting  prodigal,  Luke  xv.  1 3,  &c. 

1  "OEHOLD  the  wretch,  whofe  luff  and  wine, 

Had  wafted  his  eftate, 
He  begs  a  fhare  amongft  the  fwine, 
To  tafte  the  hulks  they  eat. 

2  "  I  die  with  hunger  here,"  he  cries, 

"  I  ftarve  in  foreign  lands ; 
fi  My  Father's  houfe  has  large  fupplies, 
"  And  bounteous  are  his  hands. 


100  HYMNS  AND  £.  I. 

:i  «  I'll  go,  and  with  a  mournful  tongue, 
"  Fall  down  before  his  face  j 
"  Father,  I've  done  thy  juftice  wrong, 
"  Nor  can  deferve  thy  grace." 

4  He  faid,  and  haften'd  to  his  home, 

To  feek  his  Father's  love  ; 

The  Father  faw  the  rebel  come, 

And  all  his  bowels  move. 

5  He  ran,  and  fell  upon  his  neck, 

Embrac'd  and  kifs'd  his  fon ; 
The  rebel's  heart  with  forrow  brake 
For  follies  he  had  done. 

6  "  Take  off  his  clothes  of  fhame  and  fin," 
(The  Father  gives  command) 

"  Drefs  him  in  garments  white  and  clean, 
"  With  rings  adorn  his  hand, 

7  "  A  day  of  feafling  I  ordain  : 

"  Let  mirth  and  joy  abound  : 
"  My  fon  was  dead,  and  lives  again, 
"  Was  loft,  and  now  is  found." 

CXXIV.      The  firjl  andfecond  Adam, 
Rom.  v.  12,  &c. 

1  T^EEP  in  the  duft,  before  thy  throne, 

Our  guilt  and  our  difgrace  we  own  j 
Great  God  !   we  own  th'  unhappy  name, 
Whence  fprung  our  nature  and  our  fhame  ! 

2  Adam  the  finner  :  at  his  fall, 
Death,  like  a  conqu'ror,  feiz'd  us  all  5 
A  thoufand  new-born  babes  are  dead, 
By  fatal  union  to  their  head. 


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3  But  whilft  our  fpirits,  fill'd  with  awe, 
Behold  the  terrors  of  thy  law, 

We  fing  the  honours  of  thy  grace, 
That  fent  to  fave  our  ruin'd  race. 

4  "We  fing  thine  everlafting  Son, 
Who  join'd  our  nature  to  his  own  : 
Adam  the  fecond  from  the  dull 
Raifes  the  ruins  of  the  flrft. 

[5  By  the  rebellion  of  one  man, 

Through  all  his  feed  the  mifchief  ran  \ 
And  by  one  man's  obedience  now 
Are  all  his  feed  made  righteous  too. 

6  Where  fin  did  reign  and  death  abound, 
There  have  the  fons  of  Adam  found 
Abounding  life  ;  there  glorious  grace 
Reigns  through  the  Lord  our  righteoufnefs.] 

CXXV.      Chrijfs  compaJfio?i  to  the  weak  and  tempted, 
Heb.  iv.  15,  16.  and  v.  7.  Matth.  xii.  20. 

1  XYTITH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 

*  *     Of  our  High  Prieft  above  ; 
His  heart  is  made  of  tendernefs, 
His  bowels  melt  with  love. 

2  Touch'd  with  a  fympathy  within, 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame  ; 
He  knows  what  fore  temptations  mean, 
For  he  has  felt  the  fame. 

3  But  fpotlefs,  innocent  and  pure, 

The  great  Redeemer  ftood, 
While  Satar/s  fiery  darts  he  bore, 
And  did  refift  to  blood. 


102  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

4  He  in  the  days  of  feeble  flefh 
Pour'd  out  his  cries  and  tears, 
And,  in  his  meafure,  feels  afrefh 
What  ev'ry  member  bears. 

[5  He'll  never  quench  the  fmoking  flax, 
But  raife  it  to  a  flame  ; 
The  bruifed  reed  he  never  breaks, 
Nor  fcorns  the  meaneft  name.] 

6  Then  let  our  humble  faith  addrefs 
His  mercy  and  his  pow'r, 
We  fhall  obtain  deliv'ring  grace 
In  the  diftrefiing  hour. 

CXXVI.      Charity  and  uncharitahlenefs^  Rom.  xiv. 
17,  19.   1  Cor.  x.  32. 

1  ^OTdifTrent  food,  nor  diff'rent  drefs, 

Compofe  the  kingdom  of  our  Lord  ; 
But  peace,  and  joy,  and  righteoufnefs, 
Faith,  and  obedience  to  his  word. 

2  When  weaker  Chriftians  we  defpife, 
We  do  the  gofpel  mighty  wrong  ; 
For  God,  the  gracious  and  the  wife, 
Receives  the  feeble  with  the  ftrong. 

3  Let  pride  and  wrath  be  banihYd  hence, 
Meeknefs  and  love  our  fouls  purfue  : 
Nor  fhall  our  practice  give  offence 

To  faints,  the  Gentile  or  the  Jew. 


B.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  103 

CXXVII.      ChriJFs  invitation  to  finners  :  or,  Humi- 
lity and  pride,  Matth.  xi.  28 — 30. 

1  "  POME  hither,  all  ye  weary  fouls, 
**  ^   Ye  heavy  laden  fmners  come  ; 

«  I'll  give  you  reft  from  all  your  toils, 
"  And  raife  you  to  my  heav'nly  home. 

2  "  They  fhall  find  reft  that  learn  of  me ; 
"  I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind ; 

«  But  paftion  rages  like  the  fea, 
"  And  pride  is  reftlefs  as  the  wind. 

3  "  Blefs'd  is  the  man  whofe  moulders  take 
"  My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight ; 

K  My  yoke  is  eafy  to  his  neck, 

"  My  grace  fhall  make  the  burden  light." 

4  Jefus,  we  come  at  thy  command, 
With  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal, 
Refign  our  fpirits  to  thy  hand, 

To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy  will. 

CXXVIII.  The  apnjlles*  commiffion  ;  or,  The  go/pel 
attejied  by  miracles,  Mark  xvi.  15,  &c.  Matt. 
xxviii.   18,   &c. 

I   "  C\Q  preach  my  gofpel,  faith  the  Lord, 
M  ^~^   Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  receive  ; 
"  He  fhall  be  fav'd  that  trufts  my  word  •, 
"  He  fhall  be  damn'd  that  won't  believe. 

[2  "  I'll  make  your  great  commiffion  known, 
"  ,\nd  ye  fhall  prove  my  gofpel  true, 
"  By  all  the  works  that  I  have  done, 
"  By  all  the  wonders  ye  fhall  do. 


104  HYMNS  AND  B.  t 

3  «  Go  heal  the  fick,  go  raife  the  dead, 
"  Go  caft  out  devils  in  my  name  ; 

"  Nor  let  my  prophets  be  afraid, 
"  Though    Greeks   reproach,    and   Jews   blaf- 
"  pheme.] 

4  "  Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands  ; 
"  Pm  with  you  till  the  world  Ihall  end  ; 
"  All  pow'r  is  trufted  in  my  hands, 

"  I  can  deftroy,  and  can  defend/' 

5  He  fpake,  and  light  fhone  round  his  head  \ 
On  a  bright  cloud  to  heav'n  he  rode  ; 
They  to  the  farther!  nations  fpread 

The  grace  of  their  afcended  God. 

CXXIX.      Submijftori  and  deliverance ;  or,  Abraham 
offering  his  fon ^  Gen.  xxii.  6,   &c. 

1  C  AINTS,  at  your  heav'nly  Father's  word, 

Give  up  your  comforts  to  the  Lord : 
He  fhall  reftore  what  you  refign, 
Or  grant  you  bleffings  more  divine. 

2  So  Abra'm  with  obedient  hand, 

Led  forth  his  fon  at  God's  command  ; 
The  wood,  the  fire,  the  knife  he  took, 
His  arm  prepar'd  the  dreadful  ftroke. 

3  "  Abra'm  forbear,"  the  angel  cry'd, 

"  Thy  faith  is  known,  thy  love  is  try'd  ; 

"  Thy  fon  fhall  live,  and  in  thy  feed 

"  Shall  the  whole  earth  be  blefs'd  indeed." 

4  Juft  in  the  laft  diftreffing  hour, 
The  Lord  difplays  deliv'ring  pow'r ; 
The  mount  of  danger  is  the  place 
Where  we  fhall  fee  furprifing  grace. 


B.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  105 

CXXX.     Love  and  hatred,  Phil.  ii.  2.  Eph.  iv. 
30,   &c. 

1  VTOW  by  the  bowels  of  my  God, 

-*^    His  fharp  diftrefs,  his  fore  complaints, 
By  his  laft  groans,  his  dying  blood, 
I  charge  my  foul  to  love  the  faints. 

2  Clamour,  and  wrath,  and  war  begone, 
Envy  and  fpite  for  ever  ceafe ; 

Let  bitter  words  no  more  be  known 
Amongft  the  faints,  the  fons  of  peace. 

3  The  Spirit,  like  a  peaceful  dove, 

Flies  from  the  realms  of  noife  and  ftrifej 
Why  mould  we  vex  and  grieve  his  love, 
Who  feals  our  fouls  to  heav'nly  life  ? 

4  Tender  and  kind  be  all  our  thoughts, 
Through  all  our  lives  let  mercy  run : 
So  God  forgives  our  num'rous  faults, 
For  the  dear  fake  of  Chrift  his  Son. 

CXXXI.    The  Pharifee  and  the  Publican^  Luke  xviii. 
10,  &c. 


BEHOLD  how  finners  difagree, 
ti^  r>..ui: i  "dt — :r„~\ 


1  , 

The  Publican  and  Pharifee  ! 
One  doth  his  righteoufnefs  proclaim ! 
The  other  owns  his  guilt  and  fhame. 

This  man  at  humble  diflance  ftands, 
And  cries  for  grace  with  lifted  hands  \ 
That  boldly  rifes  near  the  throne, 
And  talks  of  duties  he  has  done. 
O 


106  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

3  The  Lord  their  difPrent  language  knows, 
And  difPrent  anfwers  he  beftows  ; 

The  humble  foul  with  grace  he  crowns, 
Whilfl:  on  the  proud  his  anger  frowns. 

4  Dear  Father,  let  me  never  be 
Join'd  with  the  boafting  Pharifee  ; 
I  have  no  merits  of  my  own, 

But  plead  the  fuff'rings  of  thy  Son. 

CXXXIL     Holinefs  and  grace,  Tit.  ii.  10—13. 

1  CO  let  our  lips  and  lives  exprefs 

The  holy  gofpel  we  profefs ; 
So  let  our  works  and  virtues  fhine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

2  Thus  fhall  we  beft  proclaim  abroad, 
The  honours  of  our  Saviour-God  ; 
When  the  falvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  fubdues  the  pow'r  of  fin. 

3  Our  flefh  and  fenfe  muft  be  deny'd, 
Paffion  and  envy,  luft  and  pride  ; 

Whilft  juftice,  temp'rance,  truth,  and  love, 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 

t  Religion  bears  our  fpirits  up, 
While  we  expect  that  blefled  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, 
And  faith  (lands  leaning  on  his  word. 

CXXXIII.     Love  and  charity,   1  Cor.  xiii. 
2 7,  13. 

I    T  ET  Pharifees  of  high  efteem 
Their  faith  and  zeal  declare, 
All  their  religion  is  a  dream, 
If  love  be  wanting  there. 


B.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  107 

2  Love  fuffers  long  with  patient  eye, 
Nor  is  provok'd  in  hafte  ; 
She  lets  the  prefent  inj'ry  die, 
And  long  forgets  the  paft. 

[3  Malice  and  rage,  thofe  fires  of  hell, 
She  quenches  with  her  tongue  ; 
Hopes,  and  believes,  and  thinks  no  ill, 
Though  fhe  endures  the  wrong.] 

[4  She  ne'er  defires  nor  feeks  to  know 
The  fcandals  of  the  time  ; 
Nor  looks  with  pride  on  thofe  below, 
Nor  envies  thofe  that  climb.] 

5  She  lays  her  own  advantage  by, 

To  feek  her  neighbour's  good  ; 
So  God's  own  Son  came  down  to  die, 
And  bought  our  lives  with  blood. 

6  Love  is  the  grace  that  keeps  her  pow'r, 

In  all  the  realms  above  : 
There  faith  and  hope  are  known  no  more, 
But  faints  for  ever  love. 

CXXXIV.     Religion  vain  without  love,   1  Cor. 
xiii.  1,  2,  3. 

1  TTAD   I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews, 
■*■  •*■  And  nobler  fpeech  than  angels  ufe. 

If  love  be  abfent,  I  am  found 

Like  tinkling  brafs,  an  empty  found. 

2  Were  I  infpir'd  to  preach  and  tell 
All  that  is  done  in  heav'n  and  hell ; 
Or  could  my  faith  the  world  remove, 
Still  I  am  nothing  without  love. 


108  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

3  Should  I  diftribute  all  my  ftore, 
To  feed  the  bowels  of  the  poor, 
Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame, 
To  gain  a  martyr's  glorious  name  ; 

4  If  love  to  God,  and  love  to  men 
Be  abfent,  all  my  hopes  are  vain  ; 
Nor  tongues,  nor  gifts,  nor  fiery  zeal, 
The  work  of  love  can  e'er  fulfil. 

CXXXV.  The  love  of  Chrijl Jhed  abroad  in  the  hearty 
Eph.  iii.  16,  &c. 

1  /^OME,  deareft  Lord,  defcend  and  dwell 
^  By  faith  and  love  in  ev'ry  breaft  ; 
Then  fhall  we  know,  and  tafte  and  feel 
The  joys  that  cannot  be  expreft. 

2  Come,  fill  our  hearts  with  inward  ftrength, 
Make  our  enlarged  fouls  poflefs, 

And  learn  the  height,  and  breadth,  and  length, 
Of  thine  unmeafurable  grace. 

3  Now  to  the  God,  whofe  pow'r  can  do 
More  than  our  thoughts  or  wifhes  know, 
Be  everlafting  honours  done 

By  all  the  church,  through  Chrift  his  Son. 

CXXXVI.   Sincerity  and  hypocrify  ;  or,  Formality  in 
ivor/hipy  John  iv.  24.  Pfal.  cxxxix.  23,  24. 

1   /^*OD  is  a  Spirit,  juft  and  wife, 
^^  He  fees  our  inmoft  mind  ; 
In  vain  to  heav'n  we  raife  our  cries^ 
And  leave  our  fouls  behind. 


B.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  109 

2  Nothing  but  truth  before  his  throne 
With  honour  can  appear, 
The  painted  hypocrites  are  known, 
Through  the  difguife  they  wear. 
S  Their  lifted  eyes  falute  the  fkies, 
Their  bended  knees  the  ground  > 
But  God  abhors  the  facrifice 
Where  not  the  heart  is  found. 
4  Lord,  fearch  my  thoughts,  and  try  my  ways, 
And  make  my  foul  fmcere ; 
Then  (hall  I  ftand  before  thy  face, 
And  find  acceptance  there. 

CXXXVII.      Salvation  by  grace  in  Chrijl, 
2  Tim.  i.  9,  10. 

1  "VfOW  to  the  pow'r  of  God  fupreme 
-*-^    Be  everlafting  honours  giv'n, 

He  faves  from  hell  (we  blefs  his  name) 
He  calls  our  wand'ring  feet  to  heav'n. 

2  Not  for  our  duties  or  deferts, 
But  of  his  own  abounding  grace, 
He  works  falvation  in  our  hearts, 
And  forms  a  people  for  his  praife. 

3  'Twas  his  own  purpofe  that  begun 
To  refcue  rebels  doom'd  to  die  : 
He  gave  us  grace  in  Chrift  his  Son, 
Before  he  fpread  the  ftarry  fky. 

4  Jefus,  the  Lord,  appears  at  laft, 

And  makes  his  Father's  counfels  known, 
Declares  the  great  tranfa&ions  paft, 
And  brings  immortal  bleffings  down. 


110  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

5  He  dies  ;  and  in  that  dreadful  night 
Did  ail  the  pow'rs  of  hell  deftroy  ; 
Rifing  he  brought  our  heav'n  to  light, 
And  took  pofieiiion  of  the  joy. 

CXXXVIII.      Saints  in  the  hands  of  Chrijl> 
John  x.  28,  29. 

1  TjTRM  as  the  earth  thy  gofpel  ftands, 

My  Lord,  my  hope,  my  trull  \ 
If  I  am  found  in  Jefus'  hands, 
My  foul  can  ne'er  be  loft. 

2  His  honour  is  engag'd  to  fave 

The  meaneft  of  his  fheep  ; 
All  that  his  heav'nly  Father  gave 
His  hands  fecurely  keep. 

3  Nor  death,  nor  hell,  (hall  e'er  remove 

His  fav'rites  from  his  breaft  ; 
In  the  dear  bofom  of  his  love 
,       They  mull  for  ever  reft. 

CXXXIX.        Hope  in  the  covenant ;  or,   God's  pro- 
mife  and  truth  unchangeable,  Heb.  vi.  17 — 19. 

OW  oft  have  fin  and  Satan  ftrove 
To  rend  my  foul  from  thee,  my  God  ? 
But  everlafting  is  thy  love, 
And  Jefus  feals  it  with  his  blood. 

2  The  oath  and  promife  of  the  Lord, 
Join  to  confirm  the  wond'rous  grace  j 
Eternal  Pow'r  performs  the  word, 
And  fills  all  heav'n  with  endlefs  praife. 


H( 


B.  L  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  Ill 

3  Amidft  temptations  fharp  and  long, 
My  foul  to  this  dear  refuge  flies  ; 
Hope  is  my  anchor  firm  and  ftrong, 
While  tempefts  blow,  and  billows  rife. 

4?  The  gofpel  bears  my  fpirit  up  ; 
A  faithful  and  unchanging  God 
Lays  the  foundation  for  my  hope, 
In  oaths,  and  promifes,  and  blood. 

CXL.     A  living  and  a  dead  faith ',  collected  from 
fever al  fcriptures, 

1  lyriST  AKEN  fouls,  that  dream  of  heav'n, 

And  make  their  empty  boaft 
Of  inward  joys,  and  fins  forgiv'n, 
While  they  are  Haves  to  luft. 

2  Vain  are  our  fancies,  airy  flights, 

If  faith  be  cold  and  dead, 

None  but  a  living  pow'r  unites 

To  Chrift  the  living  Head. 

3  'Tis  faith  that  changes  all  the  heart  j 

'Tis  faith  that  works  by  love  ; 
That  bids  all  fmful  joys  depart, 
And  lifts  the  thoughts  above. 

4  'Tis  faith  that  conquers  earth  and  hell 

By  a  celeftial  pow'r  *, 
This  is  the  grace  that  fhall  prevail 
In  the  decifive  hour. 

£5  Faith  mufl  obey  her  Father's  will, 
As  well  as  trufl  his  grace ; 
A  pard'ning  God  is  jealous  flili 
For  his  own  holinefs. 


112  HYMNS  AND  8.  I. 

Q  When  from  the  curfe  he  fets  us  free, 
He  makes  our  natures  clean, 
Nor  would  he  fend  his  Son  to  be 
The  minifter  of  fin. 
7  His  Spirit  purifies  our  frame, 

And  feals  our  peace  with  God  i 
Jefus  and  his  falvation  came 
By  water  and  by  blood.] 

CXLI.   The  humiliation  and  exaltation  of  Chrift. 
Ifa.  liii.  1—5,  10—12. 

1  TX7"HO  hath  believ'd  thy  word, 

*  ™     Or  thy  falvation  known  ? 
Reveal  thine  arm,  almighty  Lord, 
And  glorify  thy  Son. 

2  The  Jews  efteem'd  him  here 

Too  mean  for  their  belief : 
Sorrows  his  chief  acquaintance  were, 
And  his  companion,  grief. 

3  They  turn'd  their  eyes  away, 

And  treated  him  with  fcorn ; 
But  'twas  their  griefs  upon  him  lay, 
Their  forrows  he  has  borne. 

4  'Twas  for  the  flubborn  Jews,     , 

And  Gentiles,  then  unknown, 
The  God  of  juftice  pleas'd  to  bruife 
His  beft-beloved  Son. 

$  "  But  I'll  prolong  his  days, 

"  And  make  his  kingdom  ftand ; 
«  My  pleafure,  faith  the  God  of  Grace, 
"  Shall  profper  in  his  hand. 


B.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  lis 

[6  "  His  joyful  foul  (hall  fee 
«  The  purchafe  of  his  pain, 
«  And  by  his  knowledge  juftify 
f«  The  guilty  fons  of  men.] 

[7  "  Ten  thoufand  captive  flaves, 
"  Releas'd  from  death  and  fin, 
«  Shall  quit  their  prifons  and  their  graves, 
"  And  own  his  pow'r  divine.] 

[8  "  Heav'n  fhall  advance  my  Son 
w  To  joys  that  earth  deny'd ; 
"  Who  faw  the  follies  men  had  done, 
*  And  bore  their  fins,  and  dy'd. 

CXLII.     The  fame,  Ifa.  liii.  6,  9—12. 

1  ir  IKE  fheep  we  went  aflray, 
■*-*  And  broke  the  fold  of  God  ; 
Each  wand'ring  in  a  difFrent  way, 

But  all  the  downward  road. 

2  How  dreadful  was  the  hour 

When  God  our  wand'rings  laid, 
And  did  at  once  his  vengeance  pour 
Upon  the  Shepherd's  head  ! 

3  How  glorious  was  the  grace 

When  Chrift  fuftain'd  the  flroke  ! 
His  life  and  blood  the  Shepherd  pays 
A  ranfom  for  the  flock. 

4  His  honour  and  his  breath 

Were  taken  quite  away ; 
Join'd  with  the  wicked  in  his  death, 
And  made  as  vile  as  they. 
P 


114  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

5  But  God  fhall  raife  his  head 

O'er  all  the  fons  of  men, 
And  make  him  fee  a  num'rous  feed 
To  recompenfe  his  pain. 

6  «  I'll  give  him/'  faith  the  Lord, 
"  A  portion  with  the  ftrong : 

«  He  mall  poffefs  a  large  reward, 
"  And  hold  his  honours  long." 

CXLIII.      Characters  of  the  children   of  God,  from 
fever al  fcriptures. 

1     AS  new-born  babes  defire  the  bread, 
"*-  ^  To  feed,  and  grow,  and  thrive ; 
So  faints  with  joy  the  gofpel  tafte, 
And  by  the  gofpel  live. 
[2  With  inward  guft  their  heart  approves 
All  that  the  word  relates  ; 
They  love  the  men  their  Father  loves, 
And  hate  the  works  he  hates.] 

[3  Not  all  the  flatt'ring  baits  on  earth 
Can  make  them  Haves  to  luft ; 
They  can't  forget  their  heav'nly  birth, 
-Nor  grovel  in  the  duft. 

4  Not  all  the  chains  that  tyrants  ufe 
Shall  bind  their  fouls  to  vice : 
Faith,  like  a  conqu'ror,  can  produce 
A  thoufand  victories.] 
[5  Grace  like  an  uncorrupted  feed, 
Abides  and  reigns  within  ; 
Immortal  principles  forbid 
The  fons  of  God  to  fin.] 


B.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  115 

£6  Not  by  the  terrors  of  a  flave 
Do  they  perform  his  will, 
But  with  the  nobleft  pow'rs  they  have 
His  fweet  commands  fulfil.] 

7  They  find  accefs  at  ev'ry  hour 

To  God  within  the  vail ; 
Hence  they  derive  a  quick'ning  pow'r, 

And  joys  that  never  fail. 

8  O  happy  fouls  !  O  glorious  flate 

Of  overflowing  grace  ! 
To  dwell  fo  near  their  Father's  feat, 
And  fee  his  lovely  face. 

9  Lord,  I  addrefs  thy  heav'nly  throne ; 

Call  me  a  child  of  thine  ; 
Send  down  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son 
To  form  my  heart  divine. 

10  There  fhed  thy  choicer!:  loves  abroad* 

And  make  my  comforts  ftrong  ; 
Then  fhall  I  fay,  My  Father,  God, 
"With  an  unwav'ring  tongue. 

CXLIV.      The  ivitnejfing  arid f eating  Spirit, 
Rom.  viii.  14,  16.  Eph.  i.  13,  14. 

1  ^yHY  mould  the  children  of  a  King 

Go  mourning  all  their  days  ? 
Great  Comforter  !  defcend  and  bring 
Some  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

2  Doft  thou  not  dwell  in  all  the  faints, 

And  feal  the  heirs  of  heav'n  ? 
When  wilt  thou  banifh  my  complaints. 
And  fhew  my  fins  forgiv'n  ? 


116  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

3  AfTure  my  confcience  of  her  pan 
In  the  Redeemer's  blood  ; 
And  bear  thy  witnefs  with  my  heart, 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 
4<  Thou  art  the  earned  of  his  love, 
The  pledge  of  joys  to  come ; 
And  thy  foft  wings,  celeftial  Dove, 
Will  fafe  convey  me  home. 

CXLV.      Chrijl  and  Aaron,  Taken  from 
Heb.  vli.  and  ix. 

1  TESTIS,  in  thee  our  eyes  behold 
J    A  thoufand  glories  more 

Than  the  rich  gems  and  polifh'd  gold 
The  fons  of  Aaron  wore. 

2  They  firft  their  own  burnt-ofFrings  brought, 

To  purge  themfelves  from  fin ; 
Thy  life  was  pure  without  a  fpot, 
And  all  thy  nature  clean. 

[3  Frefh  blood,  as  conftant  as  the  day, 
Was  on  their  altar  fpilt : 
But  thy  one  offering  takes  away 
For  ever  all  our  guilt.] 

£4  Their  priefthood  ran  through  feveral  hands, 
For  mortal  was  their  race  ; 
Thy  never-changing  office  ftands, 
Eternal  as  thy  days.] 

[5  Once  in  the  circuit  of  a  year, 

With  blood,  but  not  his  own,   _ 
Aaron  within  the  vail  appears, 
Before  the  golden  throne. 


B.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  U7 

6  But  Chrift  by  his  own  powerful  blood, 

Afcends  above  the  Ikies, 
And  in  the  prefence  of  our  God, 
Shews  his  own  facrifice.] 

7  Jefus,  the  King  of  glory,  reigns 

On  Sion's  heav'nly  hill ; 
Looks  like  a  Lamb  that  has  been  Hain, 
And  wears  his  priefthood  ftill. 

8  He  ever  lives  to  intercede 

Before  his  Father's  face ; 
Give  him,  jny  foul,  thy  caufe  to  plead, 
Nor  doubt  the  Father's  grace. 

CXLVI.       Char  after s  of  Chrijl  borrowed  from  in- 
animate things  infcripture. 

I   (~1Q  worfhip  at  ImmanuePs  feet, 

See  in  his  face  what  wonders  meet ! 
Earth  is  too  narrow  to  exprefs 
His  worth,  his  glory,  or  his  grace. 

[2  The  whole  creation  can  afford 

But  fome  faint  fhadows  of  my  Lord ; 
Nature,  to  make  his  beauties  known, 
Mult  mingle  colours  not  her  own.] 

[3  Is  he  compar'd  to  wine  or  bread  ? 

Dear  Lord,  our  fouls  would  thus  be  fed  : 
That  flefh,  that  dying  blood  of  thine, 
Is  bread  of  life,  is  heav'nly  wine.] 

[4  Is  he  a  tree  ?  The  world  receives 
Salvation  from  his  healing  leaves  : 
That  righteous  branch,  that  fruitful  bough, 
Is  David's  root  and  offspring  too.] 


118  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

[5  Is  he  a  rofe  ?  Not  Sharon  yields 
Such  fragrancy  in  all  her  fields : 
Or  if  the  lily  he  aflume, 
The  vallies  blefs  the  rich  perfume.] 

[6  Is  he  a  vine  ?  His  heav'nly  root  * 
Supplies  the  boughs  with  life  and  fruit ; 
O  let  a  lading  union  join 
My  foul  to  Chrift  the  living  vine  ! 

[7  Is  he  a  head  ?  Each  member  lives, 
And  owns  the  vital  pow'rs  he  gives ; 
The  faints  below,  and  faints  above, 
Join'd  by  his  Spirit  and  his  love.] 

[8  Is  he  a  fountain  ?  There  I  bathe, 
And  heal  the  plague  of  fin  and  death ; 
Thefe  waters  all  my  foul  renew, 
And  cleanfe  my  fpotted  garments  too.] 

[9  Is  he  a  fire  ?  He'll  purge  my  drofs  : 
But  the  true  gold  fuftains  no  lofs  j 
Like  a  refiner  fhall  he  fit, 
And  tread  the  refufe  with  his  feet.] 

[10  Is  he  a  rock  ?  How  firm  he  proves  ! 
The  rock  of  ages  never  moves ; 
Yet  the  fweet  ftreams  that  from  him  flow 
Attend  us  all  the  defert  through.] 

£11   Is  he  a  way?  He  leads  to  God  ; 
The  path  is  drawn  in  lines  of  blood  ; 
There  would  I  walk  with  hope  and  zeal, 
Till  I  arrive  at  Sion's  till.] 


B.  L  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  11$ 

[12  Is  he  a  door  ?  I'll  enter  in ; 

Behold  the  pattures  large  and  green  : 

A  paradife  divinely  fair, 

None  but  the  fheep  have  freedom  there.] 

[13  Is  he  defign'd  the  corner-done, 
For  men  to  build  their  heav'n  upon  ? 
I'll  make  him  my  foundation  too, 
Nor  fear  the  plots  of  hell  below.] 

[14  Is  he  a  temple  ?  I  adore 

Th'  indwelling  majefty  and  powV ; 
And  ftili  to  his  mod  holy  place, 
Whene'er  I  pray,  I'll  turn  my  face.] 

[15  Is  he  a  ftar  ?  He  breaks  the  night, 
Piercing  the  (hades  with  dawning  light : 
I  know  his  glories  from  afar, 
I  know  the  bright,  the  morning  ftar.] 

[16  Is  he  a  fun  ?  His  beams  are  grace, 
His  courfe  is  joy  and  righteoufnefs  : 
Nations  rejoice  when  he  appears 
To  chafe  their  clouds,  .and  dry  their  tears. 

17  O  let  me  climb  thofe  higher  fkies, 
Where  ftorms  and  darknefs  never  rife  ! 
There  he  difplays  his  pow'rs  abroad, 
And  fhines  and  reigns  th'  incarnate  God.] 

18  Nor  earth,  nor  feas,  nor  fun,  nor  ftars, 
Nor  heav'n  his  full  refemblance  bears ; 
His  beauties  we  can  never  trace, 

Till  we  behold  him  face  to  face. 


120  HYMNS  AND  B.  L 

CXLVII.     The  names  and  titles  of  Chrift,  from 
feveral  fcriptures. 

[1  ,rpiS  from  the  treafures  of  his  word, 
I  borrow  titles  for  my  Lord  -, 
Nor  art  nor  nature  can  fupply 
Sufficient  forms  of  majefty. 

2  Bright  image  of  the  Father's  face  ; 
Shining  with  undiminim'd  rays ; 
Th'  eternal  God's  eternal  Son, 
The  heir  and  partner  of  his  throne.] 

3  The  King  of  kings,  the  Lord  moft  high, 
"Writes  his  own  name  upon  his  thigh : 
He  wears  a  garment  dipt  in  blood, 

And  breaks  the  nations  with  his  rod. 

4  Where  grace  can  neither  melt  nor  move, 
The  Lamb  refents  his  injur'd  love, 
Awakes  his  wrath  without  delay, 

And  Judah's  Lion  tears  the  prey. 

5  But  when  for  works  of  peace  he  comes, 
What  winning  titles  he  aflumes  ! 

"  Light  of  the  world,  and  Life  of  men," 
Nor  bears  thofe  characters  in  vain. 

6  With  tender  pity  in  his  heart, 
He  a£ts  the  Mediator's  part ; 

A  friend  and  brother  he  appears, 
And  well  fulfils  the  names  he  wears. 

7  At  length  the  Judge  his  throne  afcends. 
Divides  the  rebels  from  his  friends, 
And  faints  in  full  fruition  prove 

His  rich  variety  of  love. 


B.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  121 

CXLVIII.     The  fame  as  the  cxlviiith  Pfalm. 

[1  TXTITH  cheerful  voice  I  fmg, 
^V    The  titles  of  my  Lord, 
And  borrow  all  the  names 
Of  honour  from  his  word : 
Nature  and  art 
Can  ne'er  fupply 
Sufficient  forms 
Of  majefty. 
i 

2  In  Jefus  we  behold 

His  Father's  glorious  face, 
Shining  for  ever  bright 
With  mild  and  lovely  rays  : 

Th'  eternal  God's 

Eternal  Son 

Inherits  and 

Partakes  the  throne.] 

3  The  fov'reign  King  of  kings, 
The  Lord  of  lords  moft  high, 
Writes  his  own  name  upon 
His  garment  and  his  thigh. 

His  name  is  call'd 
«  The  Word  of  God," 
He  rules  the  earth 
With  iron  rod. 

4  Where  promifes  and  grace 
Can  neither  melt  nor  move, 
The  angry  Lamb  refents 
The  inj'ries  of  his  love  $ 

O 


122  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

Awakes  his  wrath 
Without  delay- 
As  lions  roar 
And  tear  the  prey. 

5  But  when  for  works  of  peace 
The  great  Redeemer  comes, 
What  gentle  characters, 
What  titles  he  aflumes  ! 

"  Light  of  the  world, 

«  And  Life  of  men :" 

Nor  will  he  bear 

Thofe  names  in  vain. 

S  Immenfe  compaffion  reigns 
In  our  Immanuel's  heart, 
When  he  defcends  to  a£t 
A  mediator's  part ; 

He  is  a  friend 

And  brother  too  j 

Divinely  kind, 

Divinely  true. 

r  At  length,  the  Lord,  the  Judge, 
His  awful  throne  afcends, 
And  drives  the  rebels  far 
From  favourites  and  friends  : 

Then  fhall  the  faints 

Completely  prove 

The  heights  and  depths 

Of  all  his  love. 


B.  |  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  125 

CXLIX.     The  offices  of  Chri/l,  from  fevera! 
fcriptures. 

1  JOIN  all  the  names  of  love  and  pow'r, 
J   That  ever  men  or  angels  bore, 

All  are  too  mean  to  fpeak  his  worth, 
Or  fet  Immanuel's  glory  forth. 

2  But  O  what  condefcending  ways 
He  takes  to  teach  his  heav'nly  grac  • 
My  eyes  with  joy  and  wonder  fee 
What  forms  of  love  he  bears  for  me. 

[3  The  Angel  of  the  cov'nant  (lands 
With  his  commiflion  in  his  hands, 
Sent  from  his  Father's  milder  throne, 
To  make  his  great  falvation  known.} 

[4<  Great  Prophet,  let  me  blefs  thy  name  ; 
By  thee  the  joyful  tidings  came 
Of  wrath  appeas'd,  of  fms  forgiv'n, 
Of  hell  fubdu'd,  and  peace  with  heav'n.] 

£5  My  bright  Example,  and  my  Guide, 
I  would  be  walking  near  thy  fide  ; 
O  let  me  never  run  affray, 
Nor  follow  the  forbidden  way  !] 

[6  I  love  my  Shepherd,  he  fhall  keep 
My  wand'ring  foul  amongft  his  fheep  ; 
He  feeds  his  flock,  he  calls  their  names, 
And  in  his  bofom  bears  the  Lambs.] 

[7  My  Surety  undertakes  my  caufe, 
Anfw'ring  his  Father's  broken  laws ; 
Behold  my  foul  at  freedom  fet, 
My  Surety  paid  the  dreadful  debt.] 


124  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

[  8  Jefus,  my  great  High-Prieft,  has  dy'd, 
I  feek  no  facrifice  befide  ; 
His  blood  did  once  for  all  atone, 
And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne.] 

[9  My  Advocate  appears  on  high, 
The  Father  lays  his  thunder  by  ; 
Not  all  that  earth  or  hell  can  fay, 
Shall  taxit'iny  Father's  heart  away.] 

[10  My  Lord,  my  Conqu'ror,  and  my  King, 
Thy  fceptre  and  thy  fword  I  fing  ; 
Thine  is  the  vicYry,  and  I  fit 
A  joyful  fubjecl:  at  thy  feet.] 

[11   Afpire,  my  foul,  to  glorious  deeds, 
The  "  Captain  of  falvation"  leads, 
March  on,  nor  fear  to  win  the  day, 
Though  death  and  hell  obftrucl:  the  way. 

12  Should  death  and  hell,  and  pow'rs  unknown, 
Put  all  their  forms  of  mifchief  on, 
I  fhall  be  fafe ;  for  Chrift  difplays 
Salvation  in  more  fov'reign  ways.] 

CL.     The  fame  as  the  cxlviiith  Pfalm. 

I    TOIN  all  the  glorious  names 
J    Of  wifdom,  love,  and  pow'r, 
That  ever  mortals  knew, 
That  angels  ever  bore  : 

All  are  too  mean 

To  fpeak  his  worth, 

Too  mean  to  fet 

My  Saviour  forth. 


B    t  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  125 

2  But  O  what  gentle  terms, 
What  condescending  ways 
Doth  our  Redeemer  ufe, 
To  teach  his  heav'nly  grace  ! 

Mine  eyes  with  joy 

And  wonder  fee 

"What  forms  of  love 

He  bears  for  me. 


[3  Array'd  in  mortal  flem, 
He  like  an  angel  (lands, 
And  holds  the  promifes 
And  pardons  in  his  hands  : 
Commifiion'd  from 
His  Father's  throne ; 
To  make  his  grace 
To  mortals  known.] 

[4  Great  Prophet  of  my  God, 

My  tongue  would  blefs  thy  name ; 
By  thee  the  joyful  news 
Of  our  falvation  came  *, 

The  joyful  news 

Of  fins  forgiv'n, 

Of  hell  fubdu'd, 

And  peace  with  heav'n.] 

[5  Be  thou  my  Counfellor, 
My  Pattern  and  my  Guide  ; 
And  through  this  defert  land 
Still  keep  me  near  thy  fide. 


126  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

O  let  my  feet 

Ne'er  run  affray, 

Nor  rove,  nor  feek 

The  crooked  way.] 
[6  I  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 
His  watchful  eyes  mall  keep 
My  wand'ring  foul  among 
The  thoufands  of  his  fheep  : 

He  feeds  his  flock, 

He  calls  their  names, 

His  bofom  bears 

The  tender  lambs.] 
[7  To  this  dear  Surety's  hand 
Will  I  commit  my  caufe  ; 
He  anfwers  and  fulfils 
His  Father's  broken  laws. 

Behold  my  foul 

At  freedom  fet ! 

My  Surety  paid 

The  dreadful  debt.] 
£8  Jefus,  my  great  High-Priefl, 
Offer'd  his  blood  and  dy'd  ; 
My  guilty  confcience  feeks 
No  facrifice  befide. 

His  pow'rful  blood 

Did  once  attone  ; 

And  now  it  pleads 

Before  the  throne.] 
[9  My  Advocate  appears 
For  my  defence  on  high  ; 
The  Father  bows  his  ears, 
And  lays  his  thunder  by : 


B.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  127 

Not  all  that  hell 
Or  fin  can  fay, 
Shall  turn  his  heart, 
His  love  away.] 

[10  My  dear  almighty  Lord, 
My  Conqu'ror,  and  my  King, 
Thy  fceptre  and  thy  fword, 
Thy  reigning  grace  I  fmg. 

Thine  is  the  pow'r  j 

Behold  I  fit 

In  willing  bonds 

Beneath  thy  feet,] 

[11  Now  let  my  foul  arife, 
And  tread  the  tempter  down  5 
My  Captain  leads  me  forth 
To  conqueft  and  a  crown. 

A  feeble  faint 

Shall  win  the  day, 

Though  death  and  hell 

Obftruct.  the  way.] 

12  Should  all  the  hofts  of  death, 
And  pow'rs  of  hell  unknown, 
Put  their  moft  dreadful  forms 
Of  rage  and  mifchief  on  j 

I  fliall  be  fafe, 

For  Chrift  difplays 

Superior  pow'r 

And  guardian  grace. 


END   OF    THE   FIRST   BOOK. 


HYMNS 

AND 

SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 


BOOK    II. 

COMPOSED    ON    DIVINE    SUBJECT! 


I.     A  Song  in  praife  to  God  from  Great  Britain. 

1   XTATURE,  with  all  her  pow'rs,  (hall'fmg 
-*-^    God  the  Creator,  and  the  King ; 
Nor  air,  nor  earth,  nor  Ikies,  nor  feas, 
Deny  the  tribute  of  their  praife. 

[2  Begin  to  make  his  glories  known, 
Ye  feraphs,  that  fit  near  his  throne  ; 
Tune  your  harps  high,  and  fpread  the  found, 
To  the  creation's  utmoft  bound.] 

[3  All  mortal  things  of  meaner  frame, 
Exert  your  force,  and  own  his  name  *, 
Whilft  with  our  fouls,  and  with  our  voice, 
We  fing  his  honours,  and  our  joys.] 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  129 

[4  To  him  be  facred  all  we  have, 

From  the  young  cradle  to  the  grave ; 
Our  lips  mall  his  loud  wonders  tell, 
And  ev'ry  word  a  miracle.] 

[5  This  Northern  ifle,  our  native  land, 
Lies  fafe  in  the  Almighty's  handd 
Our  foes  of  vict'ry  dream  in  vain, 
And  wear  the  captivating  chain.] 

[6  He  builds  and  guards  the  Britifh  throne, 
And  makes  it  gracious  like  his  own  ; 
Makes  our  fucceffive  princes  kind, 
And  gives  our  dangers  to  the  wind.] 

7  Raife  monumental  praifes  high, 

To  him  that  thunders  through  the  Iky, 
And,  with  an  awful  nod  or  frown, 
Shakes  an  afpiring  tyrant  down. 

£8  Pillars  of  lading  brafs  proclaim 
The  triumphs  of  th'  eternal  Name  ; 
While  trembling  nations  read  from  far 
The  honours  of  the  God  war.] 

9  Thus  let  our  flaming  zeal  employ 

Our  loftiefl  thoughts,  and  loudeft  fongs  $ 
Britain,  pronounce,  with  warmed  joy, 
Hofanna  from  ten  thoufand  tongues. 

[10  Yet,  mighty  God,  our  feeble  frame, 

Attempts  in  vain  to  reach  thy  name  ; 

The  ftrongeft  notes  that  angels  raife, 

Faint  in  the  worfhip  and  the  praife.] 

R 


130  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

II.     7he  death  of  a /inner. 

1  TV/TY  thoughts  on  awful  fubjects  roll, 

Damnation  and  the  dead  : 
What  horrors  feize  the  guilty  foul 
Upon  a  dying  bed  ! 

2  Ling'ring  about  thefe  mortal  fhores, 

She  makes  a  long  delay  ; 
Till,  like  a  flood  with  rapid  force, 
Death  fweeps  the  wretch  away. 

3  Then,  fwift  and  dreadful,  me  defcends 

Down  to  the  fiery  coaft, 

Amongft  abominable  fiends, 

Herfelf  a  frighted  ghoft. 

4  There  endlefs  crowds  of  finners  lie, 

And  darknefs  makes  their  chains ; 
Tortur'd  with  keen  defpair  they  cry, 
Yet  wait  for  fiercer  pains. 

5  Not  all  their  anguifh  and  their  blood 

For  their  old  guilt  atones, 
Nor  the  compafHon  of  a  God 
Shall  hearken  to  their  groans. 

6  Amazing  grace,  that  kept  my  breath, 

Nor  bid  my  foul  remove, 
'Till  I  had  learn'd  my  Saviour*s  death, 
And  well  infur'd  his  love  ! 


23.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  131 

III.      The  death  and  burial  of  a  faint. 

1  *\T7"HY  do  we  mourn  departing  friends  ? 

Or  make  at  death's  alarms  ? 
Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jefus  fends 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

2  Are  we  not  tending  upward  too, 

As  fair,  as  time  can  move  ? 
Nor  mould  we  wifh  the  hours  more  flow, 
To  keep  us  from  our  Love. 

3  Why  mould  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
There  the  dear  flefh  of  Jefus  lay, 
And  left  a  long  perfume. 

4  The  graves  of  all  his  faints  he  blefs'd, 

And  foften'd  ev'ry  bed  : 
Where  mould  the  dying  members  reft-, 
But  with  their  dying  Head  ? 

5  Thence  he  arofe,  afcending  high, 

And  fhew'd  our  feet  the  way : 
Up  to  the  Lord  our  flefh  mail  fly, 
At  the  great  rifing-day. 

6  Then  let  the  la(t  loud  trumpet  found, 

And  bid  our  kindred  rife  : 
Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground, 
Ye  faints,  afcend  the  Ikies. 

IV.      Salvation  in  the  crofs* 

I   TTERE  at  thy  crofs,  my  dying  God, 
-*--*■  I  lay  my  foul  beneath  thy  love, 
Beneath  the  droppings  of  thy  blood, 
Jefus  !  nor  (hall  it  e'er  remove. 


162  HYMNS  AND  B.  Ik 

9  Not  all  that  tyrants  think  or  fay, 
With  rage  and  lightning  in  their  eyes, 
Nor  hell  fhall  fright  my  heart  away, 
Should  hell  with  all  its  legions  rife. 

S  Should  worlds  confpire  to  drive  me  thencey 

Movelefs  and  firm  this  heart  mould  lie ; 

Refolv'd  (for  that's  my  laft  defence) 

If  I  muft  periih,  there  to  die. 
4?  But  fpeak,  my  Lord,  and  calm  my  fear  ^ 

Am  I  not  fafe  beneath  thy  (hade  ! 

Thy  vengeance  will  not  ftrike  me  here, 

Nor  Satan  dares  my  foul  invade. 

5  Yes,  I'm  fecure  beneath  thy  blood, 
And  all  my  foes  fhall  lofe  their  aim  : 
Hofanna  to  my  dying  God, 
And  my  belt  honours  to  his  name. 

V.     Longing  to  praife  Chrifl  better. 

1  T  ORD,  when  my  thoughts  with  wonder  rpll 
■*~i  O'er  the  iharp  forrows  of  thy  foul, 

And  read  my  Maker's  broken  laws, 
Repair'd  and  honour'd  by  thy  crofs : 

2  When  I  behold  death,  hell,  and  fin, 
VanquifiYd  by  that  dear  blood  of  thine  \ 
And  fee  the  man  that  groan'd  and  dy'd, 
Sit  glorious  by  his  Father's  fide  *, 

3  My  pafiions  rife  and  foar  above, 

I'm  wing'd  with  faith,  and  fir'd  with  love ; 
Fain  would  I  reach  eternal  things, 
And  learn  the  notes  that  Gabriel  fings. 


13.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  133 

*  But  my  heart  fails,  my  tongue  complains, 
For  want  of  their  immortal  ftrains  ; 
And  in  fuch  humble  notes  as  thefe 
Mull  fall  below  thy  vi&ories. 

5  Well,  the  kind  minute  mull:  appear 
When  we  mall  leave  thefe  bodies  here, 
Thefe  clogs  of  clay  ;  and  mount  on  high 
To  join  the  fongs  above  the  fky. 

VI.     A  Morning  Song. 

i   /'ANCE  more,  my  foul,  the  rifmg  day 
^^  Salutes  thy  waking  eyes  ; 
Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
To  him  that  rules  the  fkies. 

2  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats 

The  day  renews  the  found, 
Wide  as  the  heav'n  on  which  he  fits, 
To  turn  the  feafons  round. 

3  'Tis  he  fupports  my  mortal  frame, 

My  tongue  (hall  fpeak  his  praife  ; 
My  fins  would  roufe  his  wrath  to  flame. 
And  yet  his  wrath  delays. 

[4  On  a  poor  worm  thy  pow'r  might  tread, 
And  I  could  ne'er  withftand  : 
Thy  juftice  might  have  crufh'd  me  dead. 
But  mercy  held  thine  hand. 

5  A  thoufand  wretched  fouls  are  fled 
Since  the  laft  fetting  fun, 
And  yet  thou  length'neft  out  my  thread. 
And  yet  my  moments  run.] 


134  HYMNS  AND  B.  IL 

6  Dear  God,  let  all  my  hours  be  thine, 
Whilft  I  enjoy  the  light  *, 
Then  {hall  my  fun  in  fmiles  decline, 
And  bring  a  pleafant  night. 

VII.     An  Evening  Song. 

[1   THREAD  Sov'reign,  let  my  ev'ning  fong, 
•*-'   Like  holy  incenfe  rife  ; 
Aflift  the  ofF'rings  of  my  tongue 
To  reach  the  lofty  fkies. 

2  Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  day, 

Thy  hand  was  Hill  my  guard, 
And  frill  to  drive  my  wants  away 
Thy  mercy  flood  prepaid.] 

3  Perpetual  bleflings  from  above 

Encompafs  me  around  ; 
But  O  how  few  returns  of  love 
Hath  my  Creator  found  ! 

4  What  have  I  done  for  him  that  dy'd 

To  fave  my  wretched  foul  ? 
How  are  my  follies  multiply'd, 
Fail  as  my  minutes  roll. 

5  Lord,  with  this  guilty  heart  of  mine, 

To  thy  dear  crofs  I  flee, 
And  to  thy  grace  my  foul  refign, 
To  be  renew'd  by  thee. 

6  Sprinkled  afrefh  with  pard'ning  blood, 

I  lay  me  down  to  reft, 
As  in  th'  embraces  of  my  God, 
Or  on  my  Saviour's  breaft. . 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  135 

VIII.     A  Hymn  for  morning  or  evening. 

1  TTOSANNA  with  a  cheerful  found, 
£*■  To  God's  upholding  hand  ; 
Ten  thoufand  fnares  attend  us  round, 

And  yet  fecure  we  (rand. 

2  That  was  a  molt  amazing  pow'r 

That  rais'd  us  with  a  word, 
And  ev'ry  day,  and  ev'ry  hour, 
We  lean  upon  the  Lord. 

3  The  evening  refts  our  weary  head, 

And  angels  guard  the  room  ; 

We  wake,  and  we  admire  the  bed 

That  was  not  made  our  tomb. 

4  The  rifmg  morning  can't  aflure 

That  we  (hall  end  the  day  ; 
For  death  ftands  ready  at  the  door 
To  take  our  lives  away. 

5  Our  breath  is  forfeited  by  fin 

To  God's  avenging  law; 
We  own  thy  grace,  immortal  King  ! 
In  ev'ry  gafp  we  draw. 

6  God  is  our  fun,  whofe  daily  light 

Our  joy  and  fafety  brings  ; 
Our  feeble  flefh  lies  fafe  at  night 
Beneath  his  fhady  wings. 

IX.      Godly  forroiv  ariftngfrom  the  fujfe rings  of 
Chn% 

1     A  LAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ! 
-*••*-  And  did  my  Sov'reign  die  ? 
Would  he  devote  that  facred  head 
For  fuch  a  worm  as  I  ? 


136  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

[2  Thy  body  flain,  fweet  Jefus,  thine,, 

And  bath'd  in  its  own  blood, 

While  all  expos'd  to  wrath  divine 

The  glorious  Suff'rer  flood  !] 

%  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done, 
He  groan'd  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

4  Well  might  the  fun  in  darknefs  hide, 

And  fhut  his  glories  in, 
When  God  the  mighty  Maker  dy'd 
For  man  the  creature's  fin. 

5  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blulhing  face, 

While  his  dear  crofs  appears ; 
Diflblve  my  heart  in  thankfulnefs, 

And  melt  my  eyes  to  tears.  ^ 

6  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe  : 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myfelf  away ; 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 


1 


X.     Parting  with  carnal  joys, 

"TV/TY  foul  forfakes  her  vain  delight, 

And  bids  the  world  farewell ; 
Bafe  as  the  dirt  beneath  my  feet, 
And  mifchievous  as  hell. 

2  No  longer  will  I  aflt  your  love, 
Nor  feek  your  friendfhip  more  ; 
The  happinefs  that  I  approve 
Is  not  within  your  pow'r. 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

3  There's  nothing  round  this  fpacious  earth 
That  fuits  my  large  defire ; 
To  boundlefs  joy  and  folid  mirth 
My  nobler  thoughts  afpire. 

[4?  Where  pleafure  rolls  its  living  flood, 
From  fin  and  drofs  refin'd, 
Still  fpringing  from  the  throne  of  God, 
And  fit  to  cheer  the  mind. 

5  Th'  Almighty  Ruler  of  the  fphere, 

The  glorious  and  the  great, 
Brings  his  own  all-fufncience  there 
To  make  our  blifs  complete.] 

6  Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 

Pd  climb  the  heav'nly  road ; 
There  fits  my  Saviour  drefs'd  in  love, 
And  there  my  fmiling  God. 

XI.      The  fame, 

1  T  Send  the  joys  of  earth  away, 

-■■  Away  ye  tempters  of  the  mind ; 
Falfe  as  the  fmooth  deceitful  fea, 
And  empty  as  tne  whiftling  wind. 

2  Your  ftreams  were  floating  me  along 
Down  to  the  gulph  of  dark  defpair  \ 
And  whilft  I  liften'd  to  your  fong, 

Your  ftreams  had  e'en  convey'd  me  there. 

3  Lord,  I  adore  thy  matchlefs  grace, 
That  warn'd  me  of  that  dark  abyfs : 
That  drew  me  from  thofe  treach'rous  feas, 
And  bid  me  feek  fuperior  blifs. 

S 


138  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

4  Now  to  the  fhining  realms  above 

I  ftretch  ray  hands,  and  glance  mine  eyes  *, 
O  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
To  bear  me  to  the  upper  fkies  ! 

5  There  from  the  bofom  of  my  God 
Oceans  of  endlefs  pleafures  roll ; 
There  would  I  fix  my  laft  abode, 
And  drown  the  forrows  of  my  foul. 

XII.      Chrifl  is  the  fubftafice  of  the  Levitical  prieft- 

hood. 

1  T^HE  true  Meffiah  now  appears, 

■*-    The  types  are  all  withdrawn  j 
So  fly  the  fhadows  and  the  ftars 
Before  the  rifing  dawn. 

2  No  fmoking  fweets,  nor  bleeding  lambs, 

Nor  kid,  nor  bullock  flain  ; 
Incenfe  and  fpice  of  coftly  names, 
Would  all  be  burnt  in  vain. 

3  Aaron  mult  lay  his  robes  away, 

His  mitre  and  his  veft, 
When  God  himfelf  comes  down  to  be 
The  ofTring  and  the  Prieft. 

4  He  took  our  mortal  flefh  to  fhew 

The  wonders  of  his  love  ; 
For  us  he  paid  his  life  below, 
And  prays  for  us  above. 

5  "  Father,"  he  cries,  "  forgive  their  fins, 

«  For  I  myfelf  have  dy'd  f 
And  then  he  fhews  his  open'd  veins, 
And  pleads  his  wounded  fide. 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  139 

XIII.  The  creation^  prefervation^  dijfolution^  and  re- 

faction of  this  world. 

1  QlNG  to  the  Lord  that  built  the  fkies, 

^  The  Lord  that  rear'd  this  ftately  frame  ; 
Let  all  the  nations  found  his  praife, 
And  lands  unknown  repeat  his  name. 

2  He  form'd  the  feas,  and  form'd  the  hills, 
Made  ev'ry  drop,  and  ev'ry  duft, 
Nature  and  time,  with  all  their  wheels, 
And  pufh'd  them  into  motion  firft. 

3  Now,  from  his  high  imperial  throne, 
He  looks  far  down  upon  the  fpheres  ; 
He  bids  the  mining  orbs  roll  on, 
And  round  he  turns  the  hafty  years. 

4  Thus  fhall  this  moving  engine  laft 
Till  all  his  faints  are  gather'd  in  ; 
Then  for  the  trumpet's  dreadful  blaiT, 
To  (hake  it  all  to  duft  again ! 

5  Yet,  when  the  found  fhall  tear  the  fkies, 
And  lightning  burn  the  globe  below, 
Saints,  you  may  lift  your  joyful  eyes, 
There's  a  new  heav'n  and  earth  for  you. 

XIV.  The  Lord's  day ;  or,  Delight  in  ordinances. 

1   TT7ELCOME  fweet  day  of  reft, 
J  V     That  faw  the  Lord  arife  ; 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breaft, 
And  thefe  rejoicing  eyes  ! 

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HO  HYMNS  AND  B.  II, 

2  The  King  himfelf  comes  near, 

And  feafts  his  faints  to-day ; 
Here  we  may  fit,  and  fee  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praife,  and  pray. 

3  One  day  amidft  the  place 

Where  my  dear  God  hath  been, 
Is  fweeter  than  ten  thoufand  days 

Of  pleafurable  fin. 
1  My  willing  foul  would  ftay 

In  fuch  a  frame  as  this, 
And  fit  and  fing  herfelf  away 

To  everlafting  blifs. 

XV.     The  enjoyment  of  Chrifl ;  or,  Delight 
in  tuoi'fiip. 

1  "C*AR  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world  begone, 
•*-    Let  my  religious  hours  alone  ; 

Fain  would  my  eyes  my  Saviour  fee  ; 
I  wait  a  vifit,  Lord,  from  thee. 

2  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindles  with  a  pure  defire  ; 
Come,  my  dear  Jefus,  from  above, 
And  feed  my  foul  with  heav'nly  love. 

[3  The  trees  of  life  immortal  (land 
In  fragrant  rows  at  thy  right  hand, 
And  in  fweet  murmurs  by  their  fide, 
Rivers  of  blifs  perpetual  glide. 

4  Hafte  then,  but  with  a  fmiling  face, 
And  fpread  the  table  of  thy  grace  $ 
Bring  down  a  tafte  of  truth  divine, 
And  cheer  my  heart  with  facred  wine.] 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  141 

5  Blefs'd  Jefus  !  what  delicious  fare  ! 
How  fweet  thy  entertainments  are  ! 
Never  did  angels  tafle  above 
Redeeming  grace,  and  dying  love. 

6  Hail,  great  Immanuel,  all  divine ! 
In  thee  thy  Father's  glories  fhine  ; 
Thou  brighter!:,  fweeteft,  faireft  one, 
That  eyes  have  feen,  or  angels  known. 

XVI.     Part  the  fecond. 

7  IT   ORD,  what  a  heav'n  of  faving  grace 
■*-J  Shines  through  the  beauties  of  thy  face, 
And  lights  our  paffion  to  a  flame  ! 

Lord,  how  we  love  thy  charming  name  ! 

8  When  I  can  fay,  my  God  is  mine, 
When  I  can  feel  thy  glories  fhine, 
I  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet, 
And  all  that  earth  calls  good  or  great. 

9  While  fuch  a  fcene  of  facred  joys 
Our  raptur'd  eyes  and  fouls  employs, 
Here  we  could  fit  and  gaze  away, 

A  long,  and  everlafting  day. 

10  Well,  we  (hall  quickly  pafs  the  night 
To  the  fair  coails  of  perfect  light : 
Then  fhall  our  joyful  fenfes  rove 
O'er  the  dear  object  of  our  love. 

[11  There  fhall  we  drink  full  draughts  of  blifs. 
And  pluck  new  life  from  heav'nly  trees  ! 
Yet  now  and  then,  dear  Lord,  beftow, 
A  drop  of  heav'n  on  worms  below. 


142  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

12  Send  comforts  down  from  thy  right  hand, 
While  we  pafs  through  this  barren  land, 
And  in  thy  temple  let  us  fee 
A  glimpfe  of  love,  a  giimpfe  of  thee.] 

XVII.      God's  eternity. 

1  "p  ISE,  rife,  my  foul,  and  leave  the  ground  ; 
-"-v  Stretch  all  thy  thoughts  abroad, 

And  roufe  up  ev'ry  tuneful  found 
To  praife  th'  eternal  God. 

2  Long  ere  the  lofty  fkies  were  fpread, 

Jehovah  fiird  his  throne, 
Or  Adam  form'd,  or  angels  made, 
The  Maker  liv'd  alone. 

3  His  boundlefs  years  can  ne'er  decreafe, 

But  ftill  maintain  their  prime ; 
Eternity's  his  dwelling-place, 
And  ever  is  his  time. 

4  While  like  a  tide  our  minutes  flow, 

The  prefent  and  the  pa  ft, 
He  fills  his  own  immortal  NOW, 
And  fees  our  ages  wafte. 

5  The  fea  and  fky  muft  pcrifh  too, 

And  vaft  deftrucliion  come  ! 
The  creatures — look  !  how  old  they  grow, 
And  wait  the  fiery  doom. 

6  Well,  let  the  fea  fhrink  all  away, 

And  flame  melt  down  the  fkies  ; 
My  God  fhall  live  an  endlefs  day, 
When  th'  old  creation  dies. 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  14* 


XVIII.      The  minifiry  of  angels. 

1  TJIGH  on  a  hill  of  dazzling  light, 

The  King  of  glory  fpreads  his  feat, 
And  troops  of  angels  ftretch'd  for  flight, 
Stand  waiting  round  his  awful  feet. 

2  "  #Go,"  faith  the  Lord,  «  my  Gabriel,  go, 
"  Salute  the  Virgin's  fruitful  womb  : 

"  f  Make  hafte,  ye  cherubs,  down  below, 
"  Sing  and  proclaim  the  Saviour  come." 

3  f  Here  a  bright  fquadron  leaves  the  Ikies, 
And  thick  around  Elifha  ftands  ; 

Anon  a  heav'nly  foldier  flies, 

|]  And  breaks  the  chains  from  Peter's  hands. 

4  Thy  winged  troops,  O  God  of  hofts, 
Wait  on  thy  wand'ring  church  below, 
Here  we  are  failing  to  thy  coafts, 
Let  angels  be  our  convoy  too. 

5  §  Are  they  not  all  thy  fervants,  Lord  ? 
At  thy  command  they  go  and  come  $ 
With  cheerful  hafte  obey  thy  word, 
And  guard  thy  children  to  their  home. 


*  Luke  i.  a6.     f  Luke  ii.  13.     \  2  Kings  vi.  1 7.       f|Ads  xii. 
§  Heb.  i.  14. 


144  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 


XIX.      Our  frail  bodies,  and  God  our  Preferver. 

1  T  ET  others  boaft  how  ftrong  they  be, 
•*-*  Nor  death  nor  danger  fear  ; 

But  we'll  confefs,  O  Lord,  to  thee, 
What  feeble  things  we  are. 

2  Frefh  as  the  grafs  our  bodies  {land, 

And  flourifh  bright  and  gay ; 
A  blading  wind  fweeps  o'er  the  land, 
And  fades  the  grafs  away. 

3  Our  life  contains  a  thoufand  fprings, 

And  dies  if  one  be  gone  ; 
Strange  !  that  a  harp  of  thoufand  firings 
Should  keep  in  tune  fo  long. 

4  But  'tis  our  God  fupports  our  frame, 

The  God  that  built  us  firfl ; 
Salvation  to  th'  Almighty  Name 
That  rear'd  us  from  the  dull. 

[5  He  fpoke,  and  ftxaight  our  hearts  and  brains, 
In  all  their  motions  rofe  ; 
«  Let  blood,"  faid  he,  "  flow  round  the  veins," 
And  round  the  veins  it  flows. 

6  While  we  have  breath,  or  ufe  our  tongues, 
Our  Maker  we'll  adore  ; 
His  Spirit  moves  our  heaving  lungs, 
Or  they  would  breathe  no  more.j 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  145 

XX.     Backjlidings  and  returns ;  or,   The  Inconjlan- 
cy  of  our  love, 

1   TT7HY  is  my  heart  fo  far  from  thee, 
W     My  God,  my  chief  delight  ? 
Why  are  my  thoughts  no  more  by  day 
With  thee,  no  more  by  night  ? 

[2  Why  fhould  my  foolifh  paffions  rove  ? 
Where  can  fuch  fweetnefs  be, 
As  I  have  tailed  in  thy  love, 
As  I  have  found  in  thee  ?] 

3  When  my  forgetful  foul  renews 

The  favour  of  thy  grace, 
My  heart  prefumes  I  cannot  lqfe 
The  relilh  all  my  days. 

4  But  ere  one  fleeting  hour  is  pad, 

The  flattering  world  employs 
Some  fenfual  bait  to  feize'  my  tafte. 
And  to  pollute  my  joys. 

[5  Trifles  of  nature  or  of  art, 
With  fair  deceitful  charms, 
Intrude  into  my  thoughtlefs  heart, 
And  thruft  me  from  thy  arms.} 
6  Then  I  repent  and  vex  my  foul, 
That  I  mould  leave  thee  fo  \ 
Where  will  thofe  wild  affections  roll 
That  let  a  Saviour  go  ? 
[7  Sin's  promis'd  joys  are  turn'd  to  pain, 
And  I  am  drown'd  in  grief ; 
But  my  dear  Lord  returns  again, 
He  flies  to  my  relief : 
T 


U6  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

8  Seizing  my  foul  with  fweet  furprife, 
He  draws  with  loving  bands ; 
Divine  compaflion  in  his  eyes, 
And  pardon  in  his  hands.] 

[9  Wretch  that  I  am,  to  wander  thus 

In  chafe  of  falfe  delight ! 
»    Let  me  be  faften'd  to  thy  crofs, 

Rather  than  lofe  thy  fight.] 

[10  Make  hade,  my  days,  to  reach  the  goal, 
And  bring  my  heart  to  reft, 
On  the  dear  centre  of  my  foul, 
My  God,  my  Saviour's  bread:.] 


XXI.     A  fofig  of  praife  to  God  the  Redeemer, 

1  T   ET  the  old  heathens  tune  their  fong, 
■*~*  Of  great  Diana  and  of  Jove  ; 

But  the  fweet  theme  that  moves  my  tongue, 
Is  my  Redeemer  and  his  love.   . 

2  Behold  a  God  defcends  and  dies, 
To  fave  my  foul  from  gaping  hell ! 
How  the  black  gulph  where  Satan  lies, 
Yawn'd  to  receive  me  when  I  fell ! 

3  How  juftice  frown'd  and  vengeance  flood, 
To  drive  me  down  to  endlefs  pain  ! 

But  the  great  Son  propos'd  his  blood, 
And  heav'nly  wrath  grew  mild  again. 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  147 

4  Infinite  Lover,  gracious  Lord  ! 
To  thee  be  endlefs  honours  giv'n  ; 
Thy  wond'rous  name  fhall  be  ador'd, 
Round  the  wide  earth,  and  wider  heav'n. 

XXII.     With  God  is  terrible  majefy. 

1  TERRIBLE  God,  that  reign'ft  on  high, 

How  awful  is  thy  thundering  hand ! 
Thy  fiery  bolts  how  fierce  they  fly  ! 
Nor  can  all  earth  or  hell  withftand. 

2  This  the  old  rebel-angels  knew, 
And  Satan  fell  beneath  thy  frown  ; 
Thine  arrows  ftruck  the  traitor  through, 
And  weighty  vengeance  funk  him  down. 

3  This  Sodom  felt,  and  feels  it  ftill, 
And  roars  beneath  th'  eternal  load  : 

"  With  endlefs  burnings  who  can  dwell : 
«  Or  bear  the  fury  of  a  God  ?" 

4  Tremble,  ye  fmners  and  fubmit, 

Throw  down  your  arms  before  his  throne  \ 
Bend  your  heads  low  beneath  his  feet, 
Or  his  flrong  hand  fhall  crufh  you  down. 

5  And  ye  blefs'd  faints,  that  love  him  too, 
With  rev'rence  bow  before  his  name  ; 
Thus  all  his  heavily  fervants  do  : 

God  is  a  bright  and  burning  flame. 

XXIII.     The  fight  of  God  and  Chriji  in  heaven, 

1   J^ESCEND  from  heav'n,  immortal  Dove, 
Stoop  down  and  take  us  on  thy  wings, 
And  mount  and  bear  us  far  above 
The  reach  of  thefe  inferior  things. 


H8  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

2  Beyond,  beyond  this  lower  Iky, 
Up  where  eternal  ages  roll, 
Where  folid  pleafures  never  die, 
And  fruits  immortal  feaft  the  foul. 

3  O  for  a  fight,  a  plealant  fight, 

Of  our  Almighty  Father's  throne  ! 

There  fits  our  Saviour,  crown'd  with  light, 

Cloth'd  in  a  body  like  our  own. 

4  Adoring  faints  around  him  (land, 

And  thrones  and  pow'rs  before  him  fall ; 
The  God  fhines  gracious  through  the  man, 
And  fheds  fweet  glories  on  them  all ! 

5  O  what  amazing  joys  they  feel, 
While  to  their  golden  harps  they  fing, 
And  fit  on  ev'ry  heav'nly  hill, 

And  fpread  the  triumphs  of  their  King  ! 

6  When  fhall  the  day,  dear  Lord,  appear, 
That  I  fhall  mount  to  dwell  above, 
And  ftand  and  bow  amongft  'em  there, 
And  view  thy  face,  and  fing  and  love  ? 

XXIV.    The  evil  of  fin  vifible  in  the  fall  of  angels 
and  men. 

1  W HEN  tne  grcat  Builder  arch'd  the  ikies, 

And  form'd  all  nature  with  a  word, 
The  joyful  cherubs  tun'd  his  praife, 
And  ev'ry  bending  throne  ador'd. 

2  High  in  the  midft  of  all  the  throng, 
Satan,  a  tall  archangel,  fat, 

*  Amongft  the  morning  ftars  he  fung, 
'Till  fin  deflroy'd  his  heav'nly  ftate. 
*  Job  xxxviii.  7. 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  149 

[3  'Twas  fin  that  hurl'd  him  from  his  throne  •, 
Grov'ling  in  fire  the  rebel  lies ; 
"  f  How  art  thou  funk  in  darknefs  down, 
"  Son  of  the  morning  from  the  Ikies  !"] 

4t  And  thus  our  two  firft  parents  flood, 
'Till  fin  defiTd  the  happy  place ; 
They  loft  their  garden  and  their  God, 
And  ruin'd  all  their  unborn  race. 

[5  So  fprung  the  plague  from  Adam's  bower, 
And  fpread  deftruelion  all  abroad  ; 
Sin,  the  curs'd  name,  that  in  one  hour 
Spoil'd  fix  days  labour  of  a  God.] 

6  Tremble,  my  foul,  and  mourn  for  grief, 
That  fuch  a  foe  fhould  feize  thy  breafl ; 
Fly  to  the  Lord  for  quick  relief ; 

O  !  may  he  flay  this  treach'rous  gueft. 

7  Then  to  thy  throne,  victorious  King, 
Then  to  thy  throne,  our  Ihouts  fhall  rife, 
Thine  everlafting  arm  we  ling, 

For  fin,  the  monfter,  bleeds  and  dies. 

XXV.      Complaining  of  fpiritual  Jloth. 

1  "\TY  drowfy  pow'rs,  why  fleep  ye  fo  ? 

Awake,  my  fluggifh  foul ! 
Nothing  has  half  thy  work  to  do, 
Yet  nothing's  half  fo  dull. 

2  The  little  ants  for  one  poor  grain 

Labour,  and  tug,  and  ftrive  : 
Yet  we  who  have  a  heav'n  t'  obtain, 
How  negligent  we  live  ! 

f  Ifa.  xiv.  12. 


150  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

3  We,  for  whofe  fake  all  nature  ftands, 
And  ftars  their  courfes  move  ; 
We,  for  whofe  guard  the  angel  bands 
Come  flying  from  above. 
4?  We,  for  whom  God  the  Son  came  down, 
And  labour'd  fcr  our  good  ; 
How  carelefs  to  fecure  that  crown 
He  purchas'd  with  his  blood  ! 

5  Lord,  fhall  we  lie  fo  fluggifh  ftill, 

And  never  a£t  our  parts  ? 
Come,  holy  Dove,  from  th'  heav'nly  hill, 
And  fit  and  warm  our  hearts. 

6  Then  fhall  our  active  fpirits  move, 

Upward  our  fouls  (hall  rife  : 
With  hands  of  faith,  and  wings  of  love, 
We'll  fly  and  take  the  prize. 

XXVI.     Go d  mvifible* 

1  T   ORD,  we  are  blind,  we  mortals  blind, 
-*-1  We  can't  behold  thy  bright  abode  \ 
O  'tis  beyond  a  creature's  mind, 

To  glance  a  thought  half-way  to  God. 

2  Infinite  leagues  beyond  the  fky 
The  great  Eternal  reigns  alone, 
Where  neither  wings  nor  fouls  can  fly, 
Nor  angels  climb  the  toplefs  throne. 

3  The  Lord  of  glory  builds  his  feat 
Of  gems  infuflerably  bright, 
And  lays  beneath  his  facred  feet 
Subftantial  beams  of  gloomy  night. 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  151 

4  Yet,  glorious  Lord,  thy  gracious  eyes 
Look  through  and  cheer  us  from  above  : 
Beyond  our  praife  thy  grandeur  flies, 
Yet  we  adore,  and  yet  we  love. 

XXVII.      Praife  ye  him,  all  his  a?igels, 
Pfal.  cxlviii.  2. 

1  f^i  OD  !  the  eternal  awful  name  ! 

^-*  Th3t  the  whole  heav'nly  army  fears, 
That  (hakes  the  wide  creation's  frame, 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  hears. 

2  Like  flames  of  fire  his  fervants  are, 
And  light  furrounds  his  dwelling-place  ; 
But,  O  ye  fiery  flames  declare 

The  brighter  glories  of  his  face.  / 

3  'Tis  not  for  fuch  poor  worms  as  we 
To  fpeak  fo  infinite  a  thing  : 

But  your  immortal  eyes  furvey 
The  beauties  of  your  fov 'reign  King. 

4  Tell  how  he  (hews  his  fmiiing  face, 
And  clothes  all  heav'n  in  bright  array ; 
Triumph  and  joy  run  through  the  place, 
And  fongs  eternal  as  the  day. 

5  Speak  (for  you  feel  his  burning  love) 
"What  zeal  it  fpreads  through  all  your  frame  ; 
That  facred  fire  dwells  all  above, 

For  we  on  earth  have  loft  the  name. 


152  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

[6  Sing  of  his  pow'r  and  juftice  too, 
That  infinite  right  hand  of  his, 
That  vanquifh'd  Satan  and  his  crew, 
And  thunder  drove  them  down  from  blifs.] 

[7  What  mighty  florins  of  poifon'd  darts, 
Were  hurl'd  upon  the  rebels  there  ! 
What  deadly  jav'lins  nail'd  their  hearts 
Faft  to  the  racks  of  long  defpair !] 

[8  Shout  to  your  King,  ye  heav'nly  hoft, 
You  that  beheld  the  finking  foe ; 
Firmly  ye  flood  when  they  were  loft ; 
Praife  the  rich  grace  that  kept  you  fo.] 

9  Proclaim  his  wonders  from  the  fkies, 
Let  ev'ry  diftant  nation  hear ; 
And  while  you  found  his  lofty  praife, 
Let  humble  mortals  bow  and  fear. 

XXVIII.     Death  and  eternity. 

1  OTOOP  down,  my  thoughts,  that  ufe  to  rife, 
^   Converfe  a  while  with  death  ; 

Think  how  a  gafping  mortal  lies, 
And  pants  away  his  breath. 

2  His  quiv'ring  lip  hangs  feebly  down, 

His  pulfe  is  faint  and  few  -, 
Then  fpeechlefs,  with  a  doleful  groan, 
He  bids  the  world  adieu. 

3  But,  Oh,  the  foul  that  never  dies  ! 

At  once  it  leaves  the  clay  ! 
Ye  thoughts,  purfue  it  where  it  flies, 
And  track  its  wond'rous  way. 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

4  Up  to  the  courts  where  angels  dwell 

It  mounts,  triumphing  there  ; 
Or  devils  plunge  it  down  to  hell, 
In  infinite  defpair. 

5  And  muft  my  body  faint  and  die  ? 

And  muft  this  foul  remove  ? 
Oh,  for  fome  guardian  angel  nigh, 
To  bear  it  fafe  above. 

6  Jefus,  to  thy  dear  faithful  hand, 

My  naked  foul  I  truft, 
And  my  flefh  waits  for  thy  command, 
To  drop  into  my  duft. 

XXIX.     Redemption  by  price  and  power, 

1  TESUS,  with  all  thy  faints  above, 
J  My  tongue  would  bear  her  part, 
Would  found  aloud  thy  faving  love, 

And  fing  thy  bleeding  heart. 

2  Blefs'd  be  the  Lamb,  my  deareft  Lord, 

Who  bought  me  with  his  blood, 
And  quench'd  his  Father's  flaming  fword 
In  his  own  vital  flood. 

3  The  Lamb  that  freed  my  captive  foul 

From  Satan's  heavy  chains, 
And  fent  the  lion  down  to  howl, 
Where  hell  and  horror  reigns. 

4  All  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb, 

And  never-ceafmg  praife, 
While  angels  live  to  know  his  name. 
Or  faints  to  feel  his  grace. 
U 


id 


15*  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

XXX.      Heavenly  joy  on  earth. 

[1    /~iOME,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 
^  And  let  our  joys  be  known ; 
Join  in  a  fong  with  fweet  accord, 
And  thus  furround  the  throne. 

2  The  borrows  of  the  mind 
Be  baninYd  from  this  place ! 

Religion  never  was  defign'd 
To  make  our  pleafures  lefs.] 

3  Let  thofe  refufe  to  fing, 
That  never  knew  our  God, 

But  fav'rites  of  the  heav'nly  King 
May  fpeak  their  joys  abroad. 
[4  The  God  that  rules  on  high, 

And  thunders  when  he  pleafe, 
That  rides  upon  the  ftormy  flcy, 
And  manages  the  feas  :] 

5  This  awful  God  is  ours, 
Our  Father  and  our  Love  ; 

He  fhall  fend  down  his  heav'nly  pow'rs 
To  carry  us  above. 

6  There  fhall  we  fee  his  face, 
And  never,  never  fin ; 

There,  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace, 
Drink  endlefs  pleafures  in. 

7  Yes,  and  before  we  rife 
To  that  immortal  ftate, 

The  thoughts  of  fuch  amazing  blifs 
Should  conftant  joys  create. 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  155 

[8  The  men  of  grace  have  found 
Glory  begun  below : 
Celeftial  fruits  on  earthly  ground,  , 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow.] 

[9  The  hill  of  Sion  yields 
A  thoufand  facred  fweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heav'nly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  ftreets. 
10  Then  let  our  fongs  abound, 
And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry  ; 
We're  marching  through  ImmanuePs  ground^ 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high.] 

XXXI.      ChriJPs  prefence  makes  death  eafy. 


W] 


HY  mould  we  dart  and  fear  to  die  ? 
What  tim'rous  worms  we  mortals  are ! 
Death  is  the  gate  of  endlefs  joy, 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  and  dying  ftrife, 
Fright  our  approaching  fouls  away  ; 
Still  we  fhrink  back  again  to  life, 

Fond  of  our  prifon  and  our  clay. 

3  Oh  !  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 
My  foul  mould  flretch  her  wings  in  hafte, 
Fly  fesrlefs  through  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  fhe  pafs'd. 

4  Jefus  can  make  a  dying  bed 
Feel  foft  as  downy  pillows  are, 
While  on  his  bread  I  lean  my  head, 
And  breathe  my  life  out  fweetly  there. 


158  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  thefe  trifling  toys : 
Our  fouls  can  neither  fly  nor  go 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  fongs, 

In  vain  we  ftrive  to  rife, 
Hofannas  languifh  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord  !   and  (hall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate  ? 
Our  love  fo  faint,  fo  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  fo  great  ? 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow*rs, 
Come  fried  abroad  a  Saviour's  love 
And  that  mall  kindle  ours. 

XXXV.      Praife  to  God  for  creation  and  redemption* 

1  T   ET  them  neglect  thy  glory,  Lord, 
■**-1  Who  never  knew  thy  grace  : 
But  our  loud  fongs  fhall  (lill  record 

The  wonders  of  thy  praife. 

2  We  raife  our  fhouts,  O  God,  to  thee, 

And  fend  them  to  thy  throne  ; 
All  glory  to  th'  united  Three, 
The  undivided  One. 

3  'Twas  he  (and  we'll  adore  his  name) 

That  form'd  us  by  a  word  ; 
Tis  he  reftores  our  ruin'd  frame  : 
Salvation  to  the  Lord  ! 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  159 

i  Hofanna  !  lef  the  earth  and  fides 
Repeat  the  joyful  found  ; 
Rocks,  hills,  and  vales,  reflect  the  voice, 
In  one  eternal  round. 

XXXVI.     Chrifts  intercejion. 

1  TXT" ELL,  the  Redeemer's  gone, 

T'  appear  before  our  God, 
T0  fprinkle  o'er  the  flaming  throne 
With  his  atoning  blood. 

2  No  fiery  vengeance  now, 

No  burning  wrath  comes  down ; 
If  juftice  calk  for  finners  blood, 

The  Saviour  (hews  his  own. 
$  Before  his  Father's  eye 

Our  humble  fuit  he  moves  \ 
The  Father  lays  his  thunder  by, 

And  looks,  and  fmiles,  and  loves. 
4  Now  may  our  joyful  tongues 

Our  Maker's  honours  fing : 
Jefus,  the  Prieft,  receives  our  fongs, 

And  bears  them  to  the  King. 

[5  We  bow  before  his  face, 
And  found  his  glories  high ; 
«  Hofanna  to  the  God  of  grace, 
"  That  lays  his  thunder  by.] 
6  "  On  earth  thy  mercy  reigns, 
"  And  triumphs  all  above  :" 
But,  Lord,  how  weak  our  mortal  drains 
To  fpeak  immortal  love  ! 


160  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

[7  How  jarring  and  how  low 
Are  all  the  notes  we  fing  I 
Sweet  Saviour,  tune  our  fongs  anew, 
And  they  fhall  pleafe  the  King.] 

XXXVII.     The  fame. 

1  T  IFT  up  your  eyes  to  th'  heav'nly  feats 
-*^1  Where  your  Redeemer  flays  ; 
Kind  IntercefTor,  there  he  fits, 

And  loves,  and  pleads,  and  prays. 

2  'Twas  well,  my  foul,  he  dy'd  for  thee, 

And  fhed  his  vital  blood, 
Appeas'd  ftern  juflice  on  the  tree, 
And  then  arofe  to  God. 

3  Petitions  now,  and  praife  may  rife, 

And  faints  their  offerings  bring, 
The  Priefl  with  his  own  facrifice 
Prefents  them  to  the  King. 

[4?  Let  Papifts  truft  what  names  they  pleafe, 
Their  faints  and  angels  boaft ; 
We've  no  fuch  advocates  as  thefe, 
Nor  pray  to  th'  heav'nly  hoft.] 

5  Jefus  alone  fhall  bear  my  cries 
Up  to  his  Father's  throne  : 
He,  dearefl  Lord,  perfumes  my  fighs, 
And  fweetens  ev'ry  groan. 

[6  Ten  thoufand  praifes  to  the  King, 
«  Hofanna  in  the  high'fl !" 
Ten  thoufand  thanks  our  fpirits  bring 
To  God  arid  to  his  Chrift.] 


B.  A  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  1(51 

XXXVIII.     Love  to  God. 

1  TTAPPY  the  heart  where  graces  reign, 
■"■  Where  love  infpires  the  bread  : 
Love  is  the  brighter!  of  the  train, 

And  ftrengthens  all  the  reft. 

2  Knowledge,  alas  !  'tis  all  in  vain, 

And  all  in  vain  our  fear  : 
Our  ftubborn  fins  will  fight  and  reign, 
If  love  be  abfent  there. 

3  'Tis  love  that  makes  our  cheerful  feet 

In  fwift  obedience  move  ; 
The  devils  know,  and  tremble  too  °9 
But  Satan  cannot  love. 

4  This  is  the  grace  that  lives  and  fings, 

When  faith  and  hope  mail  ceafe ; 
'Tis  this  {hall  ftrike  our  joyful  firings 
In  the  fweet  realms  of  blifs. 

5  Before  we  quite  forfake  our  clay, 

Or  leave  this  dark  abode, 
The  wings  of  love  bear  us  away 
To  fee  our  fmiling  God. 

XXXIX.    The  Jhortnefs  and  mifery  of  life. 

I   /~\UR  days,  alas  !  our  mortal  days, 
^^^   Are  fhort  and  wretched  too ; 
«  Evil  and  few*,"  the  Patriarch  fays, 
And  well  the  Patriarch  knew. 

*  Gen,  xlvii-  0. 


162  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

2  'Tis  but  at  beft  a  narrow  bound 

That  heav'n  allows  to  men, 
And  pains  and  fins  run  through  the  round 
Of  threefcore  years  and  ten. 

3  Well,  if  ye  muft  be  fad  and  few, 

Run  on,  my  days,  in  hade ; 
Moments  of  fin,  and  months  of  wo, 
Ye  cannot  fly  too  faft. 

4  Let  heav'nly  love  prepare  my  foul, 

And  call  her  to  the  fkies, 
Where  years  of  long  falvation  roll, 
And  glory  never  dies. 

XL.     Our  comfort  in  the  covenant  made  with  Cbrjft. 

1  /~\UR  God  !  how  firm  his  promife  ftands, 
^-^  Ev'n  when  he  hides  his  face  ! 

He  trufts  in  our  Redeemer's  hands, 
His  glory  and  his  grace. 

2  Then  why,  my  foul,  thefe  fad  complaints, 

Since  Chrift  and  we  are  one  ? 
Thy  God  is  faithful  to  his  faints, 
Is  faithful  to  his  Son. 

3  Beneath  his  fmiles  my  heart  has  liv'd, 

And  part  of  heav'n  poflefs'd  ; 
I  praife  his  name  for  grace  receiv'd, 
And  truft  him  for  the  reft. 

XLI.  A  fight  of  God  mortifies  us  to  the  world. 

[l    T  TP  to  the  fields  where  angels  lie, 
^    And  living  waters  gently  roll, 
Fain  would  my  thoughts  leap  out  and  fly, 
But  fin  hangs  heavy  on  my  foul. 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  163 

2  Thy  wond'rous  blood,  dear  dying  Chrift, 
Can  make  this  world  of  guilt  remove  j 
And  thou  canft  bear  me  where  thou  fly'ft, 
On  thy  kind  wings,  celeftial  Dove  ! 

3  O  might  I  once  mount  up  and  fee 
The  glories  of  th'  eternal  Ikies, 

What  little  things  thefe  worlds  would  be, 
How  defpicable  to  my  eyes  !] 

4  Had  I  a  glance  of  thee,  my  God, 
Kingdoms  and  men  would  vanim  foon, 
Vanifh,  as  though  I  faw  them  not, 

As  a  dim  candle  dies  at  noon. 

5  Then  they  might  fight,  and  rage,  and  rave, 
I  fhould  perceive  the  noife  no  more 
Than  we  can  hear  a  making  leaf, 
While  rattling  thunders  round  us  roar. 

6  Great  All  in  All !  Eternal  King  ! 
Let  me  but  view  thy  lovely  face, 
And  all  my  pow'rs  mall  bow  and  fing, 
Thine  endlefs  grandeur  and  thy  grace. 

XLII.     Delight  in  God. 

1  "TV/TY  God,  what  endlefs  pleafures  dwell 

Above  at  thy  right-hand  ! 
Thy  courts  below,  how  amiable, 
Where  all  thy  graces  ftand  ! 

2  The  fwallow  near  thy  temple  lies, 

And  chirps  a  cheerful  note  •, 
The  lark  mounts  upward  to  the  fkies, 
And  tunes  his  warbling  throat. 


lift  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

3  And  we,  when  in  thy  prefence,  Lord, 

We  fhout  with  joyful  tongues  ; 

Or  fitting  round  our  Father's  board, 

We  crown  the  feaft  with  fongs. 

4  While  Jefus  mines  with  quick'ning  grace, 

We  fing  and  mount  on  high ; 
JBut  if  a  frown  becloud  his  face, 

We  faint,  and  tire,  and  die. 
15  Juft  as  we  fee  the  lonefome  dove 

Bemoan  her  widow'd  ftate, 
Wand'ring,  fhe  flies  through  all  the  grove, 

And  mourns  her  loving  mate. 

6  Juft  fo  .our  thoughts  from  thing  to  thing 
In  reftlefs  circles  rove ; 
Juft  fo  we  droop,  and  hang  the  wing, 
When  Jefus  hides  his  love.] 

XLIII.      ChriJFs  Offerings  and  glory. 

1   "VT  OW  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praife 
-*^    To  great  Jehovah's  equal  Son  ! 
Awake,  my  voice,  in  heav'nly  lays, 
Tell  the  loud  wonders  he  hath  done. 

[2  Sing,  how  he  left  the  worlds  of  light, 
And  the  bright  robes  he  wore  above  : 
How  fwift  and  joyful  was  his  flight, 
On  wings  of  everlafting  love.] 

£3  Down  to  this  bafe,  this  finful  earth, 
He  came  to  raife  our  nature  high  ; 
He  came  t'  atone  Almighty  wrath ; 
Jefus,  the  God,  was  born  to  die. 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  165 

4  Hell  and  its  lions  roar'd  around ; 

His  precious  blood  the  monfters  fpilt ; 
While  weighty  forrows  prefs'd  him  down, 
Large  as  the  loads  of  all  our  guilt.] 

5  Deep  in  the  fhades  of  gloomy  death, 
Th'  Almighty  Captive  pris'ner  lay ; 
Th'  Almighty  Captive  left  the  earth, 
And  rofe  to  everlafting  day. 

6  Lift  up  your  eyes,  ye  fons  of  light, 
Up  to  his  throne  of  mining  grace ; 
See  what  immortal  glories  fit 
Round  the  fweet  beauties  of  his  face  I 

7  Amongft  a  thoufand  harps  and  fongs, 
Jefus  the  God  exalted  reigns  ; 

His  facred  name  fills  all  their  tongues, 
And  echoes  through  the  heav'nly  plains. 

XLIV.     Hell  j  or,  The  vengeance  of  God, 

1  TT7TTH  holy  fear,  and  humble  fong, 

*  *     The  dreadful  God  our  fouls  adore, ; 
Rev'rence  and  awe  become  the  tongue 
That  fpeaks  the  terrors  of  his  pow'r. 

2  Far  in  the  deep  where  darknefs  dwells, 
The  land  of  horror  and  defpair, 
Juftice  has  built  a  difmal  hell, 

And  laid  her  (lores  of  vengeance  there. 
[3  Eternal  plagues,  and  heavy  chains, 
Tormenting  racks,  and  fiery  coals, 
And  darts  t'  inflicl:  immortal  pains, 
Dipt  in  the  blood  of  damned  fouls. 


166  HYMNS  AND  33.  II. 

4  There  Satan,  the  fir  ft  firmer,  lies, 
And  roars,  and  bites  his  iron  bands  ', 
In  vain  the  rebel  ftrives  to  rife, 

Crufh'd  with  the  weight  of  both  thy  hands.] 

5  There  guilty  ghofts  of  Adam's  race 
Shriek  out  and  howl  beneath  thy  rod ; 
Once  they  could  fcorn  a  Saviour's  grace. 
But  they  incens'd  a  dreadful  God. 

6  Tremble,  my  foul,  and  kifs  the  Son ; 
Sinner,  obey  thy  Saviour's  call  -, 
Elfe  your  damnation  haftens  on, 
And  hell  gapes  wide  to  wait  your  fall. 

XLV.      GotPs  condefcenfion  to  our  ivQrfhip. 

1  '"PHY  favours,  Lord,  furprife  our  fouls  ! 

A    Will  the  Eternal  dwell  with  us  ? 
What  canft  thou  find  beneath  the  poles, 
To  tempt  thy  chariot  downward  thus  ? 

2  Still  might  he  fill  his  ftarry  throne, 

And  pleafe  his  ears  with  Gabriel's  fongs  : 
But  th'  heav'nly  Majefty  comes  down, 
And  bows  to  hearken  to  our  tongues. 

3  Great  God  !  what  poor  returns  we  pay 
For  love  fo  infinite  as  thine  ! 

Words  are  but  air,  and  tongues  but  clay  ; 
But  thy  companion's  all  divine. 

XL VI.      God's  condefcenfion  to  human  affairs. 

1   "f' TP  to  the  Lord  that  reigns  on  high, 
And  views  the  nations  from  afar, 
Let  everlafting  praifes  fly, 
And  tell  how  large  his  bounties  are. 


£.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  167 

[2  He  that  can  fhake  the  worlds  he  made, 
Or  with  his  word,  or  with  his  rod ; 
His  goodnefs,  how  amazing  great ! 
And  what  a  condefcending  God  ! 

[3  God,  that  mud  ftoop  to  view  the  fkies, 
And  bow  to  fee  what  angels  do, 
Down  to  our  earth  he  calls  his  eyes, 
And  bends  his  footlteps  downward  too.] 

4  He  over-rules  all  mortal  things, 
And  manages  our  mean  affairs  ; 
On  humble  fouls  the  King  of  kings 
Bellows  his  counfels  and  his  cares. 

5  Our  forrows  and  our  tears  we  pour, 
Into  the  bofom  of  our  God  : 

He  hears  us  in  the  mournful  hour, 
And  helps  us  bear  the  heavy  load. 

6  In  vain  might  lofty  princes  try 
Such  condefcenfion  to  perform  ; 
For  worms  were  never  rais'd  fo  high 
Above  their  meaneft  fellow  worm. 

7  O  could  our  thankful  hearts  devife 
A  tribute  equal  to  thy  grace, 

To  the  third  heav'n  our  fongs  mould  rife, 
And  teach  the  golden  harps  thy  praife. 

XL  VII.      Glory  and  grace  in  the  per/on  of  Chrifi. 

1   ^OW  t0  tne  Lord  a  noble  fong  ! 

Awake,  my  foul ;  awake,  my  tongue, 
Hofanna  to  th'  Eternal  Name, 
And  all  his  boundlefs  love  proclaim^ 


168  HYMNS  AND  B.  H. 

2  See  where  it  fhines  in  Jefus*  face, 
The  brighteft  image  of  his  grace  ; 
God,  in  the  perfon  of  his  Son, 

Has  all  his  mightieft  works  outdone. 

3  The  fpacious  earth,  and  fpreading  flood, 
Proclaim  the  wife  and  powerful  God  j 
And  thy  rich  glories  from  afar, 
Sparkle  in  ev'ry  rolling  ftar. 

4'  But  in  his  looks  a  glory  {lands, 
The  nobleft  labour  of  thine  hands  ; 
The  pleafmg  luftre  of  his  eyes 
Outfhines  the  wonders  of  the  fkies. 

5  Grace  !  'tis  a  fweet,  a  charming  theme  -, 
My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jefus*  name  j 

Ye  angels,  dwell  upon  the  found  ; 
Ye  heav'ns,  reflect  it  to  the  ground. 

6  Oh,  may  I  live  to  reach  the  place 
Where  he  unvails  his  lovely  face  ! 
Where  all  his  beauties  you  behold, 
And  fing  his  name  to  harps  of  gold  ! 

XLVIII.     Love  to  the  creatures  is  dangerous. 

1  TjTOW  vain  are  all  things  here  below  i 
How  falfe,  and  yet  how  fair  ! 
Each  pleafure  has  its  poifon  too, 
And  ev'ry  fweet  a  fnare. 

£  The  brighteft  things  below  the  fky 
Give  but  a  flatt'ring  light ; 
We  mould  fufpe£t  fome  danger  nigh, 
Where  we  poflefs  delight. 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  169 

3  Our  deareft  joys,  and  neareft  friends, 

The  partners  of  our  blood, 
How  they  divide  our  wav'ring  minds, 
And  leave  but  half  for  God. 

4  The  fondnefs  of  a  creature's  love, 

How  ftrong  it  ftrikes  the  fenfe  ! 
Thither  the  warm  affe&ions  move, 
Nor  can  we  call  them  thence. 

5  Dear  Saviour  !  let  thy  beauties  be 

My  foul's  eternal  food  : 
And  grace  command  my  heart  away 
From  all  created  good. 


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XLIX.     Mofes  dying  in  the  embraces  of  God. 

"P\EATH  cannot  make  our  fouls  afraid, 

If  God  be  with  us  there ; 
We  may  walk  through  its  darkeft  fhade, 
And  never  yield  to  fear. 

I  could  renounce  my  all  below, 

If  my  Creator  bid ; 
And  run,  if  I  were  call'd  to  go, 

And  die  as  Mofes  did. 
Might  I  but  climb  to  Pifgah's  top, 

And  view  the  promis'd  land, 
My  flefh  itfelf  would  long  to  drop, 

And  pray  for  the  command. 

Clafp'd  in  my  heav'nly  Father's  arms, 

I  would  forget  my  breath, 
And  lofe  my  life  among  the  charms, 

Of  fo  divine  a  death. 
Y 


1 70  HYMNS  AND  £.  H. 

L.     Comforts  under  Jorroio  and  pain. 

*   "W'OW  let  the  Lord  my  Saviour  fmile, 
And  mew  my  name  upon  his  heart ; 
I  would  forget  my  pains  a  while, 
And  in  the  pleafure  lofe  the  fmart. 

2  But  oh  !  it  fwells  my  forrows  high, 
To  fee  my  blefled  Jefus  frown  ; 
My  fpirits  link,  my  comforts  die, 
And  all  the  fprings  of  life  are  down. 

3  Yet  why,  my  foul,  why  thefe  complaints  ? 
Still  while  he  frowns,  his  bowels  move ; 
Still  on  his  heart  he  bears  his  faints, 

And  feels  their  forrows  and  his  love, 

4  My  name's  imprinted  on  his  breaft  \ 
His  book  of  life  contains  my  name : 
I'd  rather  have  it  there  imprefs'd, 
Than  in  the  bright  records  of  fame. 

5  When  the  laft  fire  burns  all  things  here, 
Thofe  letters  fhall  fecurely  ftand, 

And  in  the  Lamb's  fair  book  appear, 
Writ  by  th'  eternal  Father's  hand. 

6  Now  {hall  my  minutes  fmoothly  run, 
Whilft  here  I  wait  my  Father's  will  j 
My  rifing  and  my  fetting  fun, 

Roll  gently  up  and  down  the  hill. 

LI.     God  the  Son  equal  with  the  Father. 

1   "D  RIGHT  King  of  glory,  dreadful  God! 
Our  fpirits  bow  before  thy  feat  •, 
To  thee  we  lift  a  humble  thought, 
And  worfhip  at  thine  awful  feet. 


B.  H.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  hi  A 

[2  Thy  pow'r  hath  form'd,  thy  wifdom  fways, 
All  nature  with  a  fov'reign  word,| 
And  the  bright  world  of  ftars  obeys 
The  will  of  their  fuperior  Lord.] 

[3  Mercy  and  truth  unite  in  one, 
And  fmiling  fit  at  thy  right  hand  ; 
Eternal  juftice  guards  thy  throne, 
And  vengeance  waits  thy  dread  comm<md;*j 

4  A  thoufand  feraphs  ftrong  and  bright 
Stand  round  the  glorious  Deity ; 
But  who  amongft  the  fons  of  light, 
Pretends  comparifon  with  thee  ? 

5  Yet  there  is  one  of  human  frame, 
Jefus,  array'd  in  flefh  and  blood, 
Thinks  it  no  robbery  to  claim 

A  full  equality  with  God. 

[6  Their  glory  fhines  with  equal  beams, 
Their  eflence  is  for  ever  one ; 
Though  they  are  known  by  difF'rent  names, 
The  Father  God,  and  God  the  Son. 

7  Then  let  the  name  of  Chrift  our  King, 
With  equal  honours  be  ador'd  5 
His  praife  let  ev'ry  angel  fing, 
And  all  the  nations  own  the  Lord.] 

LIL      Death  dreadful  or  delightful. 

1    r\EATH  !  'tis  a  melancholy  day 
^  To  thofe  that  have  no  God, 
When  the  poor  foul  is  forc'd  away 
To  feek  her  laft  abode. 


172  HYMNS  AND  B.  If. 

%  In  vain  to  heav'n  fhe  lifts  her  eyes  ; 
But  guilt,  a  heavy  chain, 
Still  drags  her  downward  from  the  fkies, 
To  darknefs,  fire,  and  pain. 

3  Awake  and  mourn,  ye  heirs  of  hell ; 

Let  ftubborn  finners  fear ; 
You  mull  be  driven  from  earth,  and  dwell, 
A  longer  ever  there. 

4  See  how  the  pit  gapes  wide  for  you, 

And  flafhes  in  your  face  ; 
And  thou,  my  foul,  look  downward  too, 
And  ling  recov'ring  grace. 

5  He  is  a  God  of  fov'reign  love, 

That  promis'd  heav'n  to  me, 
And  taught  my  thoughts  to  foar  above, 
Where  happy  fpirits  be. 

6  Prepare  me,  Lord,  for  thy  right  hand  % 

Then  come  the  joyful  day  ; 
Come,  death,  and  fome  celeftial  band 
To  bear  my  foul  away. 

LIII.     The  pilgrimage  of  the  fahits  :  or,  Earth 
and  heaven.  * 

1  T  ORD  !  what  a  wretched  land  is  this, 

That  yields  us  no  fupply, 
No  cheering  fruits,  no  wholefome  trees, 
Nor  flreams  of  living  joy  ? 

2  But  pricking  thorns  through  all  the  ground, 

And  mortal  poifons  grow  ; 
And  all  the  rivers  that  are  found, 
With  dang'rous  waters  flow. 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  173 

5f  Yet  the  dear  path  to  thine  abode 
Lies  through  this  horrid  land  ; 
Lord,  we  would  keep  the  heav'nly  road  ; 
And  run  at  thy  command. 

[4?  Our  fouls  fhall  tread  the  defert  through 
With  undiverted  feet ; 
And  faith  and  flaming  zeal  fubdue 
The  terrors  that  we  meet.] 

[5  A  thoufand  favage  beads  of  prey 
Around  the  forefl  roam ; 
But  Judah's  Lion  guards  the  way, 
And  guides  the  ftrangers  home.] 

[6  Long  nights  and  darknefs  dwell  below, 
With  fcarce  a  twinkling  ray ; 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  we  go, 
Is  everlafting  day.] 

[7  By  glimm'ring  hopes,  and  gloomy  fears, 
We  trace  the  facred  road, 
Through  difmal  deeps  and  dang'rous  fnares, 
We  make  our  way  to  God.] 

8  Our  journey  is  a  thorny  maze, 
But  we  march  upward  ftill ; 
Forget  thefe  troubles  of  the  ways, 
And  reach  at  Sion's  hill. 

[9  See  the  kind  angels  at  the  gates, 
Inviting  us  to  come  ! 
There  Jems  the  forerunner  waits, 
To  welcome  travelers  home  !] 


1T4  HYMNS  AND  B.  If. 

1 0  Tliere  on  a  green  and  flow'ry  mount, 
Our  weary  fouls  mall  fit, 
And  with  tranfporting  joys  recount 
The  labours  of  our  feet. 
[11  No  vain  difcourfe  mall  fill  our  tongue, 
Nor  trifles  vex  our  ear  ; 
Infinite  grace  (hall  be  our  fong, 
And  God  rejoice  to  hear.] 
12  Eternal  glory  to  the  King 

That  brought  us  fafely  through  j 
Our  tongues  mail  never  ceafe  to  fing, 
And  endlefs  praife  renew. 


LIV.      God's  prefence  is  light  in  darhiefs 


\   "IV/f  Y  God  !  the  fpring  of  all  my  joys, 
**•*•  The  life  of  my  delights, 
The  glory  of  my  brighteft  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights  ! 
2  In  darkeft  fhades  if  he  appear, 
My  dawning  is  begun  ! 
He  is  my  foul's  fweet  morning-flar, 
And  he  my  rifing-fun. 
2  The  op'ning  heav'ns  around  me  fhine 
With  beams  of  facred  blifs, 
While  Jefus  mews  his  heart  is  mine., 
And  whifpers  "  I  am  his  !" 
4.  My  foul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 
At  that  tranfporting  word, 
Run  up  with  joy  the  mining  way 
T'  embrace  my  deareft  Lord. 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  17, 

5  Fearlefs  of  hell  and  ghaftly  death, 
I'd  break  through  ev'ry  foe  ; 
The  wings  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith, 
Should  bear  me  conqu'ror  through. 


LV.     Frail  life,  and  fucceeding  eternity* 


1  HPHEE  we  adore,  eternal  Name  ! 
And  humbly  own  to  thee, 
How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame, 
What  dying  worms  are  we  ! 

[2  Our  wailing  lives  grow  fhorter  ftill, 
As  months  and  days  increafe  ; 
And  ev'ry  beating  pulfe  we  tell, 
Leaves  but  the  number  lefs. 

3  The  year  rolls  round,  and  fteals  away 

The  breath  that  firft  it  gave  ; 

Whate'er  we  do,  where'er  we  be, 

We're  traveling  to  the  grave.] 

4  Dangers  itand  thick  through  all  the  ground, 

To  pufh  us  to  the  tomb  ; 
And  fierce  difeafes  wait  around, 
To  hurry  mortals  home. 

5  Good  God  !  on  what  a  flender  thread 

Hang  everlafting  things  ! 
Th'  eternal  ftates  of  all  the  dead, 
Upon  life's  feeble  firings. 

6  Infinite  joy  or  endlefs  wo 

Attends  on  ev'ry  breath  ; 
And  yet  how  unconcern'd  we  go 
Upon  the  brink  of  death  ! 


176  HYMNS  AND  B.  IL 

7  Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowfy  fenfe, 
To  walk  this  dangerous  road  : 
And  if  our  fouls  are  hurry'd  hence, 
May  they  be  found  with  God, 

LVI.      The  mifery  of  being  'without  God  in  this 
world ;  or  Vain  profperity. 

1  "VfO,  I  (hall  envy  them  no  more, 
•*-^    Who  grow  profanely  great, 
Though  they  increafe  their  golden  (lore, 

And  rife  to  wond'rous  height. 

2  They  tafte  of  all  the  joys  that  grow 

Upon  this  earthly  clod  ! 
Well,  they  may  fearch  the  creature  through, 
For  they  have  ne'er  a  God. 

3  Shake  off  the  thoughts  of  dying  too, 

And  think  your  life  your  own  •, 
But  death  comes  hafVning  on  to  you, 
To  mow  your  glory  down. 

4  Yes,  you  muft  bow  your  (lately  head, 

Away  your  fpirit  flies, 
And  no  kind  angel  near  your  bed, 
To  bear  it  to  the  Ikies. 

5  Go  now,  and  boaft  of  all  your  (lores, 

And  tell  how  bright  you  (hine  : 
Your  heaps  of  glitt'ring  duft  are  yours, 
And  my  Redeemer's  mine. 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  177 


LVII.     The  pleafures  of  a  good  confcience, 

1  T  ORD,  how  fectire  and  bled  are  they 
■^  Who  feel  the  joys  of  pardon'd  fin  ! 
Should  ftorms  of  wrath  (hake  earth  and  fea, 
Their  minds  have  heav'n  and  peace  within. 

2  The  day  glides  fwiftly  o'er  their  heads, 
Made  up  of  innocence  and  love  ; 

And  foft  and  filent  as  the  (hades 
Their  nightly  minutes  gently  move. 

[3  Quick  as  their  thoughts  their  joys  come  on< 
But  fly  not  half  fo  fwift  away  ; 
Their  fouls  are  ever  bright  as  noon, 
And  calm  as  fummer  ev'nings  be. 

4?  How  oft  they  look  to  th'  heav'nly  hills, 
Where  groves  of  living  pleafure  grow, 
And  longing  hopes  and  cheerful  fmiles, 
Sit  undifturb'd  upon  their  brow.] 

5  They  fcorn  to  feek  our  golden  toys, 
JBut  fpend  the  day  and  mare  the  night, 
In  numb'ring  o'er  the  richer  joys 
That  heav'n  prepares  for  their  delight. 

6  While  wretched  we,  like  worms  and  moles. 
Lie  grov'ling  in  the  duft  below, 
Almighty  grace  renew  our  fouls, 

And  we'll  afpire  to  glory  too. 

Z 


178  HYMNS  AND  JB.  IL 

LVIII.     The  Jljortnefs  of  life,  and  the  Goodnefs 
of  God. 

1  TPIME  !  what  an  empty  vapour  'tis  ! 
And  days,  how  fwift  they  are  ! 
Swift  as  an  Indian  arrow  flies, 
Or  like  a  mooting  flar. 
[2  The  prefent  moments  juft  appear, 
Then  Aide  away  in  hafte, 
That  we  can  never  fay,  «  They're  here  ;'' 
But  only  fay,  "  They're  pad."] 
[3  Our  life  is  ever  on  the  wing, 
And  death  is  ever  nigh  ; 
The  moment  when  our  lives  begin, 
We  all  begin  to  die.] 

4  Yet,  mighty  God  !  our  fleeting  days, 

Thy  lafting  favours  {hare, 
Yet  with  the  bounties  of  thy  grace, 
Thou  load'fl  the  rolling  year. 

5  'Tis  fov'reign  mercy  finds  us  food, 

And  we  are  cloth'd  with  love ; 
While  grace  ftands  pointing  out  the  road, 
That  leads  our  fouls  above. 

6  His  goodnefs  runs  an  endlefs  round ; 

All  glory  to  the  Lord  ! 
His  mercy  never  knows  a  bound  ; 
And  be  his  name  ador'd  ! 

7  Thus  we  begin  the  lafting  fong  : 

And  when  we  clofe  our  eyes, 
Let  the  next  age  thy  praife  prolong, 
'Till  time  and  nature  dies. 


£.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  179 

LIX.     Paradife  on  earth. 

1   (^  LORY  to  God  that  walks  the  fky, 
^^  And  fends  his  bleffings  through ; 
That  tells  his  faints  of  joys  on  high, 
And  gives  a  tafte  below. 

[2  Glory  to  God  that  ftoops  his  throne, 
That  duft  and  worms  my  fee't, 
And  brings  a  glimpfe  of  glory  down, 
Around  his  facred  feet. 

3  When  Chrifr,  with  all  his  graces  crown'd, 

Sheds  his  kind  beams  abroad, 
'Tis  a  young  heav'n  on  earthly  ground^ 
And  glory  in  the  bud. 

4  A  blooming  paradife  of  joy 

In  this  wild  defert  fprings, 
And  ev'ry  fenfe  I  ftraight  employ 
On  fweet  celeflial  things. 

5  White  lilies  all  around  appear, 

And  each  his  glory  mows  ; 
The  rofe  of  Sharon  bloflbms  here, 
The  faireft  flow'r  that  blows. 

6  Cheerful  I  feaft  on  heav'nly  fruit, 

And  drink  the  pleafures  down, 
Pleafures  that  flow  hard  by  the  foot 
Of  the  eternal  throne.] 

7  But  ah  !  how  foon  my  joys  decay  ! 

How  foon  my  fins  arife  ! 
And  match  the  heav'nly  fcene  away 
From  thefe  lamenting  eyes  ! 


180  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

8  When  fhall  the  time,  dear  Jefus,  when 

The  mining  day  appear, 
That  I  mail  leave  thofe  clouds  of  fin, 
And  guilt  and  darknefs  here  ? 

9  Up  to  the  fields  above  the  fkies, 

My  hafty  feet  would  go, 
There  everlafting  flow'rs  arife, 
And  joys  unwith'ring  grow. 

LX.      The  truth  of  God  the  Promifer  ;  or,  The 
promifes  are  our  fecurity. 

1  "P RAISE,  everlafting  praife,  be  paid 

To  him  that  earth's  foundation  laid  5 
Praife  to  the  God,  whofe  ftrong  decrees 
Sway  the  creation  as  he  pleafe. 

2  Praife  to  the  goodnefs  of  the  Lord, 
Who  rules  his  people  by  his  word, 
And  there,  as  ftrong  as  his  decrees, 
He  fets  his  kindeft  promifes. 

[3  Firm  are  the  words  his  prophets  give, 
Sweet  words,  on  which  his  children  live  j 
Each  of  them  is  the  voice  of  God, 
Who  fpoke,  and  fpread  the  Ikies  abroad. 

4*  Each  of  them  pow'rful  as  that  found 
That  bid  the  new-made  world  go  round, 
And  ftronger  than  the  folid  poles, 
On  which  the  wheel  of  nature  rolls.] 

5  Whence  then  fhould  doubts  and  fears  arife  ! 
Why  trickling  forrows  drown  our  eyes  ? 
Slowly,  alas  !  our  mind  receives 
The  comforts  that  our  Maker  gives. 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  181 

6  O  for  a  flrong  and  lafting  faith 

To  credit  what  th'  Almighty  faith ! 
T*  embrace  the  mefTage  of  his  Son, 
And  call  the  joys  of  heav'n  our  own. 

7  Then,  fhould  the  earth's  old  pillars  make, 
And  all  the  wheels  of  nature  break ; 
Our  fteady  fouls  would  fear  no  more 
Than  folid  rocks, '  when  billows  roar. 

8  Our  everlafting  hopes  arife 
Above  the  ruinable  fkies, 
Where  the  eternal  Builder  reigns, 
And  his  own  courts  his  power  fuftains. 

LXI.     A  thought  of  death  and  glory, 

1   TV/TY  foul,  come  meditate  the  day, 
And  think  how  near  it  (lands, 
"When  thou  mud  quit  this  houfe  of  clay, 
And  fly  to  unknown  lands. 

[2  And  you,  mine  eyes,  look  down  and  view 
The  hollow  gaping  tomb  : 
This  gloomy  prifon  waits  for  you, 
Whene'er  the  fummons  come.] 

3  Oh !  could  we  die  with  thofe  that  die, 

And  place  us  in  their  ftead ; 
Then  would  our  fpirits  learn  to  fly, 
And  converfe  with  the  dead. 

4  Then  fhould  we  fee  the  (aints  above, 

In  their  own  glorious  forms, 
Aid  wonder  why  our  fouls  fhould  love 
To  dwell  with  mortal  worms. 


182  HYMNS  AND  B.  II, 

£5  How  mould  we  fcorn  thefe  clothes  of  flefti, 
Thefe  fetters,  and  this  load  ; 
And  long  for  ev'ning  to  undrefs, 
That  we  may  reft  with  God.] 

6  "We  fhould  almoft  forfake  our  clay, 
Before  the  fummons  come, 
And  pray,  and  wifh  our  fouls  away 
To  their  eternal  home. 

LXII.     God  the  thunder er  ;  or,  The  lafl  judgment 
and  hell.* 

1  C ING  to  the  Lord,  ye  heav'nly  hofts  j 

And  thou,  O  earth,  adore  : 
Let  death  and  hell  through  all  their  coafts 
Stand  trembling  at  his  pow'r. 

2  His  founding  chariot  makes  the  fky  j 

He  makes  the  clouds  his  throne ; 

There  all  his  Itores  of  lightning  lie, 

Till  vengeance  darts  them  down. 

3  His  noftrils  breathe  out  fiery  ftreams, 

And  from  his  awful  tongue, 
A  fov'reign  voice  divides  the  flames, 
And  thunder  roars  along. 

4  Think,  O  my  foul,  the  dreadful  day, 

When  this  incenfed  God 
Shall  rend  the  Iky,  and  burn  the  fea, 
And  fling  his  wrath  abroad  ! 

*  Made  in  a  great  ftorm  of  thunder, 
A»gnftthe  acth,  1697. 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  185 

5  What  fhall  the  wretch,  the  (Inner  do  ? 

He  once  defy'd  the  Lord ; 
But  he  fhall  dread  the  Thund'rer  now, 
And  fink  beneath  his  word. 

6  Tempefts  of  angry  fire  (hall  roll, 

To  blaft  the  rebel  worm, 
And  beat  upon  his  naked  foul 
In  one  eternal  ftorm. 

LXIII.     A  funeral  thought. 

1  TTARK  \  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  found, 

My  ears  attend  the  cry  \ 
«  Ye  living  men,  come  view  the  ground 
«  Where  you  mult  fhortly  lie. 

2  "  Princes,  this  clay  muft  be  your  bed, 

"  In  fpite  of  all  your  tow'rs  ! 
«  The  tall,  the  wife,  the  rev'rend  head, 
«  Muft  lie  as  low  as  ours." 

3  Great  God  !  is  this  our  certain  doom  ? 

And  are  we  ftill  fecure  ? 
Still  walking  downward  to  our  tomb, 
And  yet  prepare  no  more  ? 

4  Grant  us  the  pow'r  of  quick'ning  grace, 

To  fit  our  fouls  to  fly ; 
Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  flelh, 
We'll  rife  above  the  fky. 

LXIV.     God  the  glory  and  the  defence  of  Sion. 

I   TTAPPY  the  church,  thou  facred  place, 
The  feat  of  thy  Creator's  grace  5 
Thy  holy  courts  are  his  abode  ; 
Thou  earthly  palace  of  cur  God. 


184.  HYMNS  AND  B.  IL 

2  Thy  walls  are  ftrength,  and  at  thy  gates 
A  guard  of  heav'nly  warriors  waits  ; 
Nor  fhall  thy  deep  foundations  move, 
Fix'd  on  his  counfels  and  his  love. 

3  Thy  foes  in  vain  defigns  engage, 
Againft  his  throne  in  vain  they  rage  ; 
Like  rifing  waves  with  angry  roar, 
That  dafh  and  die  upon  the  more. 

4  Then  let  our  fouls  in  Sion  dwell, 
Nor  fear  the  wrath  of  Rome  and  hell : 
His  arms  embrace  this  happy  ground, 
Like  brazen  bulwarks  built  around. 

5  God  is  our  fhield  and  God  our  fun  ; 
Swift  as  the  fleeting  moments  run, 
On  us  he  (beds  new  beams  of  grace, 
And  we  reflect  his  brighteft  praife. 

LXV.      The  hopes  of  heaven  our  fupport  under  trials 
on  earth. 

1  'TT7HEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 

To  manfions  in  the  fkies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  ev'ry  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  againft  my  foul  engage, 

And  hellilh  darts  be  hurl'd  ; 

Then  I  can  fmile  at  Satan's  rage, 

And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

And  dorms  of  forrow  fall ; 
May  I  but  fafely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heav'n,  my  all ;  * 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  185 

4-  There  fhall  I  bathe  my  weary  foul 
In  feas  of  heav'nly  reft, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Acrofs  my  peaceful  breafl. 

LXVI.     Aprofpebl  of  heaven  makes  death  eafy. 

1  'THERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

Where  faints  immortal  reign, 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleafures  banifh  pain. 

2  There  everlafting  fpring  abides, 

And  never-with'ring  flow'rs ; 
Death,  like  a  narrow  fea  divides 
This  heav'nly  land  from  ours. 

[3  Sweet  fields  beyond  the  fwelling  flood, 
Stand  drefs'd  in  living  green  \ 
So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  flood, 
While  Jordan  rolFd  between. 

4«  But  tim'rous  mortals  ftart  and  fhrink, 
To  crofs  this  narrow  fea, 
And  linger,  fhiv'ring  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away.] 

5  Oh !  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 

Thofe  gloomy  doubts  that  rife, 
And  fee  the  Canaan  that  we  love, 
With  unbeclouded  eyes  ! 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Mofes  flood, 

And  view  the  landfcape  o'er, 
.  Not  Jordan's  flreams,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 
Should  fright  us  from  the  fhore. 
A  a 


186  HYMNS  AND  35.  II. 

LXVII.     God's  eternal  dominion. 

i  QREAT  God  !  how  infinite  art  thou  ! 
What  worthlefs  worms  are  we  ! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praife  to  thee. 

2  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  flood, 

Ere  feas  or  ftars  were  made ; 
Thou  art  the  ever-living  God, 
Were  all  the  nations  dead. 

3  Nature  and  time  quite  naked  lie 

To  thine  immenfe  furvey, 

From  the  formation  of  the  Iky, 

To  the  great  burning  day. 

4  Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 

Stands  prefent  in  thy  view : 
To  thee  there's  nothing  old  appears  ; 
Great  God  !  there's  nothing  new. 

5  Our  lives  through  various  fcenes  are  drawn, 

And  vex'd  with  trifling  cares, 
While  thy  eternal  thoughts  move  on, 
Thine  undifturb'd  affairs. 

6  Great  God  !  how  infinite  art  thou  ! 

What  worthlefs  worms  are  we  ! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praife  to  thee. 

LXVIII.     The  humble  ivor/hip  of  heaven. 

1  "PATHER,  I  long,  I  faint  to  fee 
•*■    The  place  of  thine  abode  •, 
I'd  leave  thy  earthly  courts,  and  flee 
Up  to  thy  feat,  my  God  ! 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  187 

2  Here  I  behold  thy  diftant  face, 

And  'tis  a  pleafant  fight ; 
But  to  abide  in  thine  embrace, 
Is  infinite  delight. 

3  I'd  part  with  all  the  joys  of  fenfe, 

To  gaze  upon  thy  throne  $ 
Pleafure  fprings  frefh  for  ever  thence, 
Unfpeakable,  unknown. 

[4  There  all  the  heav'nly  hofts  are  feen, 
In  mining  ranks  they  move, 
And  drink  immortal  vigour  in 
With  wonder  and  with  love. 

5  Then  at  thy  feet  with  awful  fear 

Th'  adoring  armies  fall : 
With  joy  they  ihrink  to  nothing  there, 
Before  th*  eternal  All. 

6  There  I  would  vie  with  all  the  hoft, 

In  duty  and  in  blifs ; 
While  less  than  nothing  I  could  boaft, 
And  vanity*  confefs.] 

7  The  more  thy  glories  ftrike  mine  eyes, 

The  humbler  I  (hall  lie  ; 
Thus  while  I  fink,  my  joys  mall  rife 
Unmeafurably  high. 


*  Ifa.  xl.  17. 


188  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

LXIX.      The  faithfulnefs  of  God  in  the  promifes. 

[I   "DEGIN,  my  tongue,  fome  heav'nly  theme, 
And  fpeak  fome  boundlefs  thing, 
The  mighty  works,  or  mightier  name 
Of  our  eternal  King. 

2  Tell  of  his  wond'rous  faithfulnefs, 

And  found  his  pow'r  abroad, 
Sing  the  fweet  promife  of  his  grace, 
And  the  performing  God. 

3  Proclaim  "  falvation  from  the  Lord, 

"  For  wretched  dying  men  ;" 
His  hand  has  writ  the  facred  word 
With  an  immortal  pen. 

4?  Engrav'd  as  in  eternal  brafs 
The  mighty  promife  fhines ; 
Nor  can  the  pow'rs  of  darknefs  raze 
Thofe  everlafting  lines.] 

[5  He  that  can  dafh  whole  worlds  to  death, 
And  make  them  when  he  pleafe  ; 
He  fpeaks,  and  that  almighty  breath 
Fulfils  his  great  decrees. 

6  His  very  word  of  grace  is  Arong, 

As  that  which  built  the  fkies  ; 
The  voice  that  rolls  the  ftars  along 
Speaks  all  the  promifes. 

7  He  faid,  "  Let  the  wide  heav'n  be  fpread,w 

And  heav'n  was  ftretch'd  abroad  : 
«  Abrah'm,  I'll  be  thy  God,"  he  faid, 
And  he  was  Abraham's  God. 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  189 

8  Oh,  might  I  hear  thy  heav'nly  tongue 

But  whifper  "  Thou  art  mine  !" 
Thofe  gentle  words  mould  raife  my  fong 
To  notes  almoft  divine. 

9  How  would  my  leaping  heart  rejoice, 

And  think  my  heav'n  fecure  ! 
I  truft  the  all-creating  voice, 
And  faith  defires  no  more.] 

LXX.     God's  dominion  over  the  feas% 
Pfal.  cvii.  23,  &c. 

1  /°<OD  of  the  feas,  thy  thund'ring  voice 
^-^  Makes  all  the  roaring  waves  rejoice  I 
And  one  foft  word  of  thy  command, 
Can  fink  them  filent  in  the  fand. 

2  If  but  a  Mofes  wave  thy  rod  ; 
The  fea  divides,  and  owns  its  God  ; 
The  ftormy  floods  their  Maker  knew, 
And  let  his  chofen  armies  through. 

3  The  fcaly  fhoals  amidft  the  fea, 
To  thee,  their  Lord,  a  tribute  pay ; 
The  meaneft  fiih  that  fwims  the  flood, 
Leaps  up  and  means  a  praife  to  God : 

4  The  larger  monfters  of  the  deep, 
On  thy  commands  attendance  keep  ; 
By  thy  permiffion  fport  and  play, 
And  cleave  along  their  foaming  way. 

5  If  God  his  voice  of  tempeft  rears, 
Leviathan  lies  ft  ill,  and  fears  ; 
Anon  he  lifts  his  noftrils  high, 
And  fpouts  the  ocean  to  the  fky. 


190  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

6  How  is  thy  glorious  pow'r  ador'd, 
Amidft  thefe  wat'ry  nations,  Lord  ! 
Yet  the  bold  men  that  trace  the  feas, 
Bold  men  !  refufe  their  Maker's  praife. 

[7  What  fcenes  of  miracles  they  fee, 
And  never  tune  a  fong  to  thee  ! 
"While  on  the  flood  they  fafely  ride, 
They  curfe  the  hand  that  fmooths  the  tide. 

8  Anon  they  plunge  in  wat'ry  graves, 
And  fome  drink  death  among  the  waves  : 
Yet  the  furviving  crew  blafpheme, 

Nor  own  the  God  that  refcu'd  them.] 

9  O,  for  fome  fignal  of  thine  hand  ! 
Shake  all  the  feas,  Lord,  fhake  the  land ; 
Great  Judge,  defcend,  left  men  deny 
That  there's  a  God  that  rules  the  fky. 


Cj*  From  the  10th  to  the  lOZth  hymn,  I  hope  the 
reader  will  forgive  the  negletl  of  rhyme  in  the  jirjl 
and  third  lines  of  the  flanza. 


LXXI.     Praife  to  God  from  all  creatures, 
I  'T'HE  glories  of  my  Maker,  God, 


My  joyful  voice  mail  fing, 
And  call  the  nations  to  adore 
Their  Former  and  their  King. 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  191 

2  'Twas  his  right  hand  that  fhap'd  our  clay, 

And  wrought  this  human  frame  j 
But  from  his  own  immediate  breath 
Our  nobler  fpirits  came. 

3  We  bring  our  mortal  pow'rs  to  God, 

And  worfhip  with  our  tongues  ; 
We  claim  fome  kindred  with  the  Ikies, 
And  join  th'  angelic  fongs. 

4  Let  grov'lling  beafts  of  ev'ry  mape, 

And  fowls  of  ev'ry  wing  ! 
And  rocks,  and  trees,  and  fires,  and  feas, 
Their  various  tribute  bring. 

5  Ye  planets,  to  his  honour  mine, 

And  wheels  of  nature  roll, 
Praife  him  in  your  unweary'd  courfe 
Around  the  Heady  pole. 

6  The  brightnefs  of  our  Maker's  name 

The  wide  creation  fills, 
And  his  unbounded  grandeur  flies 
Beyond  the  heav'nly  hills. 


LXXII.     The  Lord's  day  ;  or,  The  refurreBion 
of  Chrift. 

1   T)  LESS'D  morning,  whofe  young  dawning  rays 
-*-*  Beheld  our  rifmg  God  ; 
That  faw  him  triumph  o'er  the  duft, 
And  leave  his  laft  abode  ! 


I' 


192  HYMNS  AND  B.  II, 

2  In  the  cold  prifon  of  a  tomb, 

The  dead  Redeemer  lay, 
Till  the  revolving  fides  had  brought 
The  third,  th*  appointed  day. 

3  Hell  and  the  grave  unite  their  force 

To  hold  our  God  in  vain  ; 
The  fleeping  Conqueror  arofe, 
And  burft  their  feeble  chain. 

4  To  thy  great  name,  almighty  Lord, 

Thefe  facred  hours  we  pay, 
And  loud  Hofannas  fhall  proclaim 
The  triumph  of  the  day. 

[5  Salvation  and  immortal  praife 
To  our  victorious  King  ; 
Let  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  rocks,  and  feas, 
With  glad  Hofannas  ring.] 

LXXIII.     Doubts  fcattered :  or,  Spiritual  joy 
rejiored. 

1  TJTENCE  from  my  foul,  fad  thoughts,  begone, 

And  leave  me  to  my  joys  j 
My  tongue  fhall  triumph  in  my  God, 
And  make  a  joyful  noife. 

2  Darknefs  and  doubts  had  veil'd  my  mind, 

And  drown'd  my  head  in  tears, 
Till  fov'reign  grace,  with  fhining  rays, 
DifpelFd  my  gloomy  fears. 

3  Oh,  what  immortal  joys  I  felt, 

And  raptures  all  divine, 
When  Jefus  told  me,    I  was  his, 
And  my  beloved  mine. 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  IS* 

4  In  vain  the  tempter  frights  my  foul, 
And  breaks  my  peace  in  vain  ; 
One  glimpfe,  dear  Saviour,  of  thy  face 
Revives  my  joys  again. 

LXXIV.     Repentance  from  afenfe  of  divine  goodnej's  : 
or,  A  complaint  of  ingratitude. 

1  TS  this  the  kind  return, 

And  thefe  the  thanks  we  owe, 
Thus  to  abufe  eternal  love, 

Whence  all  our  bleflings  flow  : 

2  To  what  a  ftubborn  frame 
Has  fin  reduc'd  our  mind  ! 

What  ftrange  rebellious  wretches  we, 
And  God  as  ftrangely  kind  ! 

[3  On  us  he  bids  the  fun 

Shed  his  reviving  rays  ; 
For  us  the  fkies  their  circles  run, 

To  lengthen  out  our  days. 

4  The  brutes  obey  their  God, 
And  bow  their  necks  to  men  \ 

But  we  more  bafe,  more  brutifh  things, 
Reject  his  eafy  reign.] 

5  Turn,  turn  us,  mighty  God  [ 
And  mould  our  fouls  afrefh  : 

Break,  fov'reign  grace  !  thefe  hearts  of  ftone, 
And  give  us  hearts  of  nefh. 

6  Let  paft  ingratitude 
Provoke  our  weeping  eyes, 

And  hourly,  as  new  mercies  fall. 
Let  hourly  thanks  arife. 
Bb 


19*  HYMNS  AND  13.  II. 

LXXV.      Spiritual  and  eternal  joys  ;  or,  The  beatific 
fight  of  Chrifl'. 

1  "PROM  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  fhall  rife, 

And  run  eternal  rounds, 
Beyond  the  limits  of  the  fkies, 
And  all  created  bounds. 

2  The  holy  triumphs  of  my  foul 

Shall  death  itfelf  out-brave  ; 
Leave  dull  mortality  behind, 
And  fly  beyond  the  grave. 

3  There,  where  my  blefled  Jefus  reigns, 

In  heavVs  unmeafur'd  fpace, 
I'll  fpend  a  long  eternity 
In  pleafure  and  in  praife. 

4  Millions  of  years  my  wond'ring  eyes 

Shall  o'er  thy  beauties  rove, 
And  endlefs  ages  Til  adore 
The  glories  of  thy  love. 

[5  Sweet  Jefus  !  ev'ry  fmile  of  thine 
Shall  frelh  endearments  bring  ; 
And  thoufand  taftes  of  new  delight 
From  all  thy  graces  fpring. 

6  Hafte,  my  Beloved,  fetch  my  foul 
Up  to  thy  blefs'd  abode, 
Fly,  for  my  fpirit  longs  to  fee 
My  Saviour  and  my  God.] 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  195 

LXXVI.     The  refurreclion  and  afoenfton  of  Chriji. 

1  TTOSANNA  to  the  Prince  of  light, 
"  That  cloth'd  himfelf  in  clay  ; 
Enter'd  the  iron  gates  of  death, 

And  tore  the  bars  away. 

2  Death  is  no  more  the  King  of  dread, 

Since  our  Immanuel  roie  y 
He  took  the  tyrant's  fting  away, 
And  fpoil'd  our  hellim  foes. 

3  See  how  the  Conqu'ror  mounts  aloft, 

And  to  his  Father  flies, 
With  fears  of  honour  in  his  flefh, 
And  triumph  in  his  eyes. 

4  There  our  exalted  Saviour  reigns, 

And  fcatters  bleffings  down  \ 
Our  Jefus  fills  the  middle  feat 
Of  the  celeftial  throne. 

[5  Raife  your  devotion,  mortal  tongues, 
To  reach  his  blefs'd  abode  : 
Sweet  be  the  accents  of  your  fongs, 
To  our  incarnate  God. 
6  Bright  angels,  flrike  your  louder!  firings, 
Your  fweeteft  voices  raife ; 
Let  heaven  and  all  created  things 
Sound  our  Immanuers  praife. 

LXXVII.     The  Chrijlian  warfare, 

[1   gTAND  up,  my  foul,  fhake  off  thy  fears, 
And  gird  the  gofpel  armour  on ; 
March  to  the  gates  of  endlefs  joy, 
Where  thy  great  Captain-Saviour's  gone. 


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196  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

2  Hell  and  thy  fins  refift  thy  courfe  ; 
But  hell  and  fin  are  vanquifh'd  foesF: 
Thy  Jefus  nail'd  them  to  the  crofs, 
And  fung  the  triumph  when  he  rofe.] 

[3  What  though  the  prince  of  darknefs  rage, 
And  wafte  the  fury  of  his  fpite  ; 
Eternal  chains  confine  him  down 
To  fiery  deeps  and  endlefs  night. 

4  What  though  thine  inward  lufts  rebel  -y 
'Tis  but  a  ftruggling  gafp  for  life  ; 
The  weapons  cf  victorious  grace 
Shall  flay  thy  fins,  and  end  the  ftrife.] 

5  Then  let  my  foul  march  boldly  on, 
Prefs  forward  to  the  heav'nly  gate  ; 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 

And  glitt'ring  robes  for  conqu'rors  wait. 

6  There  fhall  I  wear  a  (tarry  crown, 
And  triumph  in  almighty  grace ; 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  fkies 
Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  praife. 

LXXVIII.      Redemption  by  Chrift. 

1  "\T7"HEN  the  firft  parents  of  our  race 

VV     Rebell'd  and  loft  their  God, 
And  the  infection  of  their  fin 
Had  tainted  all  our  blood  ! 

2  Infinite  pity  touch'd  the  heart 

Of  the  eternal  Son  ; 
Defcending  from  the  heav'nly  court, 
He  left  his  Father's  throne. 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  197 

3  A  fide  the  Prince  of  glory  threw 
His  moft  divine  array, 
And  wrapt  his  Godhead  in  a  veil 
Of  our  inferior  clay. 

4}  His  living  pow'r  and  dying  love, 
Redeem'd  unhappy  men, 
And  rais'd  the  ruins  of  our  race 
To  life  and  God  again. 

5  To  thee,  dear  Lord,  our  flefh  and  foul 

We  joyfully  refign : 
Blefs'd  Jefus,  take  us  for  thy  own, 
For  we  are  doubly  thine. 

6  Thine  honour  {hall  for  ever  be 

The  bufinefs  cf  our  days, 
For  ever  fhall  our  thankful  tongues  ; 
Speak  thy  deferved  praife. 

LXXIX.     Praife  to  the  Redeemer. 

1  pLUNG'D  in  a  gulph  of  dark  defpair, 

We  wretched  finners  lay, 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 
Or  fpark  of  glimm'ring  day. 

2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  grace 

Beheld  our  helplefs  grief ; 
He  faw,  and  (O,  amazing  love  !) 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  mining  feats  above 

With  joyful  hafte  he  fled, 
Enter'd  the  grave  in  mortal  flefh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 


198  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

4  He  fpoil'd  the  pow'rs  of  darknefs  thus, 
And  brake  our  iron  chains ; 
Jefus  has  freed  our  captive  fouls 
From  everlafting  pains. 

[5  In  vain  the  baffled  prince  of  hell 
His  curfed  projects  tries ; 
We  that  were  doom'd  his  endlefs  flaves, 
Are  rais'd  above  the  ikies.] 

6  O  !  for  this  love,  let  rocks  and  hills 
Their  lading  filence  break, 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praifes  fpeak. 

[7  Yes,  we  will  praife  thee,  dearefl  Lord, 
Our  fouls  are  all  on  flame ; 
Hofanna  round  the  fpacious  earth 
To  thine  adored  name. 

8  Angels  !  aflift  our  mighty  joys, 
Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold  ; 
But  when  you  raife  your  higheft  notes 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 

LXXX.      God^s  aivful  pctuer  and  goodnefs. 

1  r\H  !  the  Almighty  Lord  ! 

^^  How  matchlefs  is  his  pow'r ! 
Tremble,  O  earth,  beneath  his  word, 
"While  all  the  heav'ns  adore. 

2  Let  proud  imperious  kings 

Bow  low  before  his  throne  ! 
Crouch  to  his  feet,  ye  haughty  things, 
Or  he  fhall  tread  you  down. 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  199 

3  Above  the  fkies  he  reigns, 
And  with  amazing  blows 
He  deals  unfufferable  pains 
On  his  rebellious  foes. 

4«  Yet,  everlafling  God  ! 

We  love  to  fpeak  thy  praife  ; 
Thy  fceptre's  equal  to  thy  rod, 
The  fceptre  of  thy  grace. 

5  The  arms  of  mighty  love 

Defend  our  Sion  well, 
And  heav'nly  mercy  walls  us  round 
From  Babylon  and  hell. 

6  Salvation  to  the  King 

That  fits  enthron'd  above  : 
Thus  we  adore  the  God  of  might, 
And  blefs  the  God  of  love. 

LXXXI.      Our  Jin  the  caufe  of  Chri/Fs  death. 

1  A  ND  now  the  fcales  have  left  mine  eyes, 
■"■  Now  I  begin  to  fee  ; 

Oh  !  the  curs'd  deeds  my  fins  have  done  ! 
What  murd'rous  things  they  be  ! 

2  Were  thefe  the  traitors,  deareft  Lord, 

That  thy  fair  body  tore  ? 
Monfters,  that  ftain'd  thofe  heav'nly  limbs 
With  floods  of  purple  gore  ! 

3  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done, 

My  deareft  Lord  was  flain, 
"When  juftice  feiz'd  God's  only  Son, 
And  put  his  foul  to  pain  ? 


200  HYMNS  AND  B.  H. 

4  Forgive  my  guilt,  O  Prince  of  Peace, 

I'll  wound  my  God  no  more : 
Hence  from  my  heart,  ye  fins,  begone, 
For  Jefus  I  adore. . 

5  Furnifh  me,  Lord,  with  heav'nly  arms 

From  grace's  magazine, 

And  I'll  proclaim  eternal  war 

With  ev'ry  darling  fin. 


LXXXII.     Redemption  and  protection  from  fpiritual 
enemies. 

1  A  RISE,  my  foul,  my  joyful  pow'rs, 
■*-*-  And  triumph  in  my  God ; 
Awake,  my  voice,  and  loud  proclaim 

His  glorious  grace  abroad. 

2  He  rais'd  me  from  the  deeps  of  fin, 

The  gates  of  gaping  hell, 
And  fix'd  my  (landing  more  fecure 
Than  'twas  before  I  fell. 

3  The  arms  of  everlafting  Love 

Beneath  my  foul  he  plac'd, 
And  on  the  Rock  of  Ages  fet 
My  ilipp'ry  footfteps  faft. 

h  The  city  of  my  blefs'd  abode 
Is  wall'd  around  with  grace  ; 
Salvation  for  a  bulwark  ftands 
To  fhield  the  facred  place. 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  201 

5  Satan  may  vent  his  fharpeft  fpite, 

And  all  his  legions  roar; 
Almighty  mercy  guards  my  life, 
And  bounds  his  raging  pow'r. 

6  Arife,  my  foul,  awake,  my  voice, 

And  tunes  of  pleafure  fing ; 
Loud  Hallelujahs  fhall  addrefs 
My  Saviour  and  my  King. 

LXXXIII.     The  paffion  and  exaltation  of  ChrijL 

1  'yHUS  faith  the  Ruler  of  the  Ikies, 

■*•    "  Awake,  my  dreadful  fword  ; 
«  Awake,  my  wrath,  and  fmite  the  Man, 
«  My  Fellow,"  faith  the  Lord. 

2  Vengeance  receivM  the  dread  command, 

And,  armed,  down  (he  flies  ; 

Jefus  fubmits  t'  his  Father's  hand, 

And  bows  his  head,  and  dies. 

3  But,  O  !  the  wifdom  and  the  grace 

That  join'd  with  vengeance  now ! 
He  dies  to  fave  our  guilty  race, 
And  yet  he  rifes  too. 

4?  A  perfon  fo  divine  was  he, 
Who  yielded  to  be  flain, 
That  he  could  give  his  foul  away, 
And  take  his  life  again. 

5  Live,  glorious  Lord  !  and  reign  on  high, 
Let  ev'ry  nation  fing, 
And  angels  found  with  endlefs  joy, 
The  Saviour  and  the  King. 
C  c 


202  HYMNS  AND  B.  H. 

LXXXIV.     The  fame. 

1  /"^OME,  all  harmonious  tongues, 
^  Your  nobleft  mufic  bring, 
'Tis  Chrift  the  everlafting  God, 

And  Ghrift  the  Man,  we  fing. 

2  Tell  how  he  took  our  flefh, 

To  take  away  our  guilt  •, 
Sing  the  dear  drops  of  facred  blood 
That  helliih  monfters  fpilt, 

£3  Alas  !  the  cruel  fpear 

Went  deep  into  his  fide, 
And  the  rich  flood  of  purple  gore 
Their  murd'rous  weapons  dy'd.] 

[4  The  waves  of  fwelling  grief 
Did  o'er  his  bofom  roll, 
And  mountains  of  almighty  wrath 
Lay  heavy  on  his  foul.] 

5  Down  to  the  fhades  of  death 

He  bow'd  his  awful  head  ; 
Yet  he  arofe  to  live  and  reign 
When  death  itfelf  is  dead. 

6  No  more  the  bloody  fpear, 

The  crofs  and  nails  no  more  ; 
For  hell  itfelf  {hakes  at  his  name, 
And  all  the  heav'ns  adore. 

7  There  the  Redeemer  fits 

High  on  his  Father's  throne  ; 
The  Father  lays  his  vengeance  by, 
And  fmiles  upon  his  Son. 


m  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  202 

8  There  his  full  glories  fhine 
With  uncreated  rays, 
And  blefs  his  faints  and  angels  eyes 
To  everlafting  days. 


LXXXV.     Sufficiency  of  pardon. 

1   TT7"HY  does  your  face,  ye  humble  fouls, 
*  *     Thofe  mournful  colours  wear  ? 
What  doubts  are  thefe  that  wafte  your  faith3 
And  nourim  your  defpair  ? 

*2  What  though  your  num'rous  fins  exceed 
The  ftars  that  fill  the  ikies, 
And,  aiming  at  th*  eternal  throne, 
Like  pointed  mountains  rife  : 
&  What  though  your  mighty  guilt  beyond 
The  wide  creation  fwell, 
And  has  its  curs'd  foundations  laid 
Low  as  the  deeps  of  hell : 
4  See  here  an  endlefs  ocean  flows 
Of  never-failing  grace ; 
Behold  a  dying  Saviour's  veins 
The  facred  flood  increafe  : 
3  It  rifes  high,  and  drowns  the  hills, 
Has  neither  more  nor  bound  *, 
Now,  if  we  fearch  to  find  our  fins, 
Our  fins  can  ne'er  be  found. 
6  Awake,  our  hearts,  adore  the  grace 
That  buries  all  our  faults, 
And  pard'ning  blood,  that  fwells  above 
Our  follies  and  our  thoughts. 


204  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

LXXXVI.   Freedom  from  Jin  and  mifery  in  heaven. 

1  /~\UR  fins,  alas  !  how  ftrong  they  be  ! 
^-^  And,  like  a  vi'lent  fea, 

They  break  our  duty,  Lord,  to  thee, 
And  hurry  us  away. 

2  The  waves  of  trouble,  how  they  rife  ! 

How  loud  the  tempefts  roar  ! 
But  death  fhall  land  our  weary  fouls 
Safe  on  the  heav'nly  fhore. 

3  There  to  fulfil  his  fweet  commands, 

Our  fpeedy  feet  fhall  move  ; 
No  fin  fhall  clog  our  winged  zeal, 
Or  cool  our  burning  love. 

4  There  fhall  we  fit,  and  fing,  and  tell 

The  wonders  of  his  grace, 
'Till  heav'nly  raptures  fire  our  hearts, 
And  fmile  in  ev'ry  face. 

5  For  ever  his  dear  facred  name 

Shall  dwell  upon  our  tongue, 
And  Jefus  and  falvation  be 
The  clofe  of  ev'ry  long. 

LXXXVII.       The  divine  glories  above  our  reafon. 

1   TJTOW  wond'rous  great,  how  glorious  bright 
Muft  our  Creator  be, 
Who  dwells  amidit  the  dazzling  light 
Of  vafl  infinity ! 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  205 

2  Our  foaring  fpirits  upwards  rife 

Tow'rd  the  celeftial  throne  ; 
Fain  would  we  fee  the  blefTed  Three, 
And  the  Almighty  One. 

3  Our  reafon  ftretches  all  its  wings, 

And  climbs  above  the  fkies  ; 
But  flill  how  far  beneath  thy  feet 

Our  grov'lling  reafon  lies  ! 
[4  Lord,  here  we  bend  our  humble  fouls, 

And  awfully  adore  : 
For  the  weak  pinions  of  our  mind, 

Can  ftretch  a  thought  no  more.] 
5  Thy  glories  infinitely  rife 

Above  our  lab'ring  tongue  ; 
In  vain  the  highefl  feraph  tries 

To  form  an  equal  fong. 
[6  In  humble  notes  our  faith  adores 

The  great  myfterious  King, 
While  angels  (train  their  nobler  pow'rs, 

And  fweep  th'  immortal  firing.] 

LXXXVIII.      Salvation. 

1  QALVATION!  Oh,  the  joyful  found-, 

'Tis  plealure  to  our  ears  ; 
A  fov'reign  balm  for  ev'ry  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears- 

2  Bury'd  in  forrow  and  in  fin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay ; 
But  we  arife  by  grace  divine 
To  fee  a  heav'nly  day. 


206  HYMNS  AND  £.  U 

3  Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 
The  fpacious  earth  around, 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  fky 
Confpire  to  raife  the  found. 

LXXXIX.      Chrifl's  viflory  over  Satan. 

\  TTOSANNA  to  our  conqu'ring  King  \ 
■*•  *  The  prince  of  darknefs  flies, 
His  troops  rufh  headlong  down  to  hell, 
Like  lightning  from  the  fkies. 

2  There  bound  in  chains,  the  lions  roar, 

And  fright  the  refcu'd  fheep  ; 
But  heavy  bars  confine  their  pow'r 
And  malice  to  the  deep. 

3  Hofanna  to  our  conqu'ring  King  \ 

All  hail,  incarnate  Love  ! 
Ten  thoufand  fongs  and  glories  wait 
To  crown  thy  head  above. 

4'  Thy  vicVries  and  thy  deathlefs  fame 
Through  the  wide  world  (hall  run^. 
And  everlafling  ages  fing 

The  triumphs  thou  haft  won. 

XC.  Faith  in  Chrijl  for  pardon  and  fanclificatioiu 

1  TTOW  fad  our  (late  by  nature  is  ? 
""•  Our  fin  how  deep  it  (tains  ! 
And  Satan  binds  our  captive  minds 
Fall  in  his  flavifh  chains. 


B.  XL  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  207 

2  But  there's  a  voice  of  fov'reign  grace 
Sounds  from  the  facred  word ; 
««  Ho  !  ye  defpairing  finners,  come, 
«  And  truft  upon  the  Lord." 

S  My  foul  obeys  th'  almighty  call, 
And  runs  to  this  relief ; 
I  would  believe  thy  promife,  Lord  ; 
Oh  !  help  my  unbelief. 

[4?  To  the  dear  fountain  of  thy  blood, 
Incarnate  God  !  I  fly  j 
Here  let  me  wafh  my  fpotted  foul 
From  crimes  of  deepen:  dye. 

5  Stretch  out  thine  arm,  victorious  King, 

My  reigning  fins  fubdue  ; 
Drive  the  old  dragon  from  his  feat, 
With  all  his  hellifh  crew. 

6  A  guilty,  weak,  and  helplefs  worm, 

On  thy  kind  arms  I  fall ; 
Be  thou  my  ftrength  and  righteoufnefs, 
My  Jefus,  and  my  All.] 

XCI.      The  glory  of  Chrifl  in  heaven. 

1  f^)H,  tne  delights,  the  heav'nly  joys, 
^^  The  glories  of  the  place, 
Where  Jefus  fheds  the  hrighteft  beams 

Of  his  o'erflowing  grace  ! 

2  Sweet  majefty  and  awful  love 

Sit  fmiling  on  his  brow, 
And  all  the  glorious  ranks  above 
At  humble  diltance  bow. 


208  HYMNS  AND  B.  H. 

[3  Princes  to  his  imperial  name 

Bend  their  bright  fceptres  down  ; 
Dominions,  thrones  and  pow'rs  rejoice 
To  fee  him  wear  the  crown. 

4  Archangels  found  his  lofty  praife 

Through  ev'ry  heav'nly  ftreet, 
And  lay  their  higher!  honours  down 
Submiffive  at  his  feet. 

5  Thofe  foft,  thofe  bleffed  feet  of  his, 

That  once  rude  iron  tore, 
High  on  a  throne  of  light  they  ftand, 
And  all  the  faints  adore. 

6  His  head,  the  dear  majeftic  head 

That  cruel  thorns  did  wound, 
See  what  immortal  glories  mine, 
And  circle  it  around  !] 

7  This  is  the  Man,  th'  exalted  Man, 

Whom  we,  unfeen,  adore ; 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  his  face, 
Our  hearts  fhall  love  him  more. 

[8  Lord,  how  our  fouls  are  all  on  fire 
To  fee  thy  blefs'd  abode  ; 
Our  tongues  rejoice  in  tunes  of  praife 
To  our  incarnate  God  ! 

9  And  while  our  faith  enjoys  this  fight, 
We  long  to  leave  our  clay  5 
And  wifh  thy  fiery  chariots,  Lord, 
To  fetch  our  fouls  away.] 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  209 

XCII.   The  church  faved,  and  her  enemies  difappointed* 
Compofed  the  5th  of  November,   1694. 

1  C  HOUT  to  the  Lord,  and  let  our  joys 
*-*  Through  the  whole  nation  run  •, 

Ye  Chriftian  fkies,  refound  the  noife 
Beyond  the  rifing  fun. 

2  Thee,  mighty  God,  our  fouls  admire, 

Thee  our  glad  voices  fing, 
And  join  with  the  celeftial  choir, 
To  praife  th'  eternal  King. 

3  Thy  pow'r  the  whole  creation  rules, 

And  on  the  ftarry  ikies, 
Sits  fmiling  at  the  weak  defigns 
Thine  envious  foes  devife. 

4  Thy  fcorn  derides  their  feeble  rage, 

And  with  an  awful  frown 
Flings  vaft  confufion  on  their  plots, 
And  makes  their  Babel  down. 

[5  Their  fecret  fires  in  caverns  lay, 
And  we  the  facrifice  ; 
But  gloomy  caverns  ftrove  in  vain 
To  'fcape  all-fearching  eyes. 

6  Their  dark  defigns  were  all  reveal'd, 
Their  treafons  all  betray'd  ; 
Praife  to  the  Lord,  that  broke  the  fnare 
Their  curfed  hands  had  laid.] 

V  In  vain  the  bufy  fons  of  hell 
Still  new  rebellions  try, 
Their  fouls  fhall  pine  with  envious  rage, 
And  vex  away  and  die. 
Dd 


210  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

8  Almighty  grace  defends  our  land 
From  their  malicious  pow'r  ; 
Let  Chriftians  with  united  fongs 
Almighty  grace  adore. 

XCIII.     God  all,  and  in  ally  Pfal.  lxxiii.  25. 

1   TVT^  God,  my  life,  my  love ; 
XVX  To  thee,  to  thee  I  call  j 
I  cannot  live  if  thou  remove, 
For  thou  art  All  in  All. 
[2  Thy  mining  grace  can  cheer 
This  dungeon  where  I  dwell ; 
Tis  paradife  when  thou  art  here  j 
If  thou  depart,  'tis  hell.] 
|*3  The  fmilings  of  thy  face, 
How  amiable  they  are  ! 
Tis  heav'n  to  reft  in  thine  embrace, 
And  no  where  elfe  but  there.] 

[4  To  thee,  and  thee  alone, 
The  angels  owe  their  blifs ; 
They  fit  around  thy  gracious  throne* 
And  dwell  where  Jefus  is.] 

\5  Not  all  the  harps  above 
Can  make  a  heav'nly  place, 
If  God  his  refidence  remove, 
Or  but  conceal  his  face.] 
6  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  fky, 
Can  one  delight  afford  \ 
No,  not  a  drop  of  real  joy, 

"Without  thy  prefence,  LorcJ. 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  211 

7  Thou  art  the  fea  of  love, 
Where  all  my  pleafures  roll ; 
The  circle  where  my  paffions  move, 
And  centre  of  my  foul. 

[8  To  thee  my  fpirits  fly 
With  infinite  defire ; 
And  yet  how  far  from  thee  I  lie  ! 
Dear  Jefus,  raife  me  higher.] 

XCIV.     God  my  only  happinefs,  Pfal.  lxxiii.  23. 

1   "JV/TY  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love, 
1VX  My  everlafting  All, 
IVe  none  but  thee  in  heav'n  above, 
Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

£2  What  empty  things  are  all  the  fides, 
And  this  inferior  clod  ! 
There's  nothing  here  deferves  my  joys, 
There's  nothing  like  my  God.] 

[3  In  vain  the  bright,  the  burning  fun, 
Scatters  his  feeble  light ; 
'Tis  thy  fweet  beams  create  my  noon  ; 
If  thou  withdraw,  'tis  night. 

4  And  whilft  upon  my  reftlefs  bed, 

Amongft  the  fhades  I  roll, 
If  my  Redeemer  fhews  his  head, 
'Tis  morning  with  my  foul.] 

5  To  thee  we  owe  our  wealth  and  friends, 

And  health,  and  fafe  abode  : 
Thanks  to  thy  name  for  meaner  things  ; 
But  they  are  not  my  God, 


212  HYMNS  AND  B.  IL 

6  How  vain  a  toy  is  glitt'ring  wealth, 

If  once  compar'd  to  thee  ! 
Or  what's  my  fafety  or  my  health, 
Or  all  my  friends  to  me  ? 

7  Were  I  pofTeflbr  of  the  earth, 

And  call'd  the  ftars  mine  own ; 
Without  thy  graces  and  thyfelf, 
I  were  a  wretch  undone. 

8  Let  others  ftretch  their  arms  like  feas, 

And  grafp  in  all  the  fhore  ; 
Grant  me  the  vifits  of  thy  face, 
And  I  defire  no  more. 

XCV.     Look  on  him  whom  they  have  pierced,  and 
mourn. 


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INFINITE  grief !  amazing  wo  ! 

Behold  my  bleeding  Lord  ! 
Hell  and  the  Jews  confpir'd  his  death, 

And  us'd  the  Roman  fword. 
Oh,  the  fharp  pangs  of  fmarting  pain 

My  dear  Redeemer  bore  ! 
When  knotty  whips,  and  rugged  thorns, 

His  facred  body  tore  ! 

But  knotty  whips,  and  rugged  thorns, 

In  vain  do  I  accufe  ; 
In  vain  I  blame  the  Roman  bands, 

And  the  more  fpiteful  Jews  : 

'Twas  you,  my  fins,  my  cruel  fins, 

His  chief  tormentors  were  ; 
Each  of  my  crimes  became  a  nail, 

And  unbelief  the  fpear. 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  2 IS 

5  'Twas  you  that  pull'd  the  vengeance  down 

Upon  his  guiltlefs  head  : 
Break,  break,  my  heart !  oh  burft,  mine  eyes, 
And  let  my  forrows  bleed. 

6  Strike,  mighty  grace,  my  flinty  foul, 

Till  melting  waters  flow, 
And  deep  repentance  drown  mine  eyes 
In  undiflembled  wo. 

XCVI.     Dijlinguifiing  love :  or,  Angels  punijbedl 
and  menfaved, 

1  "T\OWN  headlong  from  their  native  ikies 

The  rebel-angels  fell, 
And  thunder  bolts  of  flaming  wrath 
Purfu'd  them  deep  to  hell. 

2  Down  from  the  top  of  earthly  blifs 

Rebellious  man  was  hurl'd ; 
And  Jefus  ftoop'd  beneath  the  grave 
To  reach  a  finking  world. 

3  O,  love  of  infinite  degree ! 

Unmeafurable  grace  ! 
Mult  heav'n's  eternal  Darling  die, 
To  fave  a  trait'rous  race  ? 
4<  Muft  angels  fink  for  ever  down, 
And  burn  in  quenchlefs  fire, 
"While  God  forfakes  his  ihining  throne, 
To  raife  us  wretches  higher  ? 
5  O,  for  this  love  let  earth  and  fkies 
With  hallelujahs  ring, 
And  the  full  choir  of  human  tongues 
All  hallelujah  fing. 


21*  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

XCVII.      The  fame. 

1  "pROM  heav'n  the  finning  angels  fell, 

A    And  wrath  and  darknefs  chain'd  them  down 5 
But  man,  vile  man,  forfook  his  blifs, 
And  mercy  lifts  him  to  a  crown. 

2  Amazing  work  of  fov'reign  grace, 
That  could  diftinguifh  rebels  fo ! 
Our  guilty  treafons  call'd  aloud 
For  everlafting  fetters  too. 

3  To  thee,  to  thee,  Almighty  Love ! 
Our  fouls,  ourfelves,  our  all  we  pay ; 
Millions  of  tongues  fhall  found  thy  praife 
On  the  bright  hills  of  heav'nly  day. 

XCVIII.     Hardrtefs  of  heart  complained  of 

1  TV/fY  heart,  how  dreadful  hard  it  is ! 
^       How  heavy  here  it  lies  ! 
Heavy  and  cold  within  my  bread, 

Jult  like  a  rock  of  ice  ! 

2  Sin,  like  a  raging  tyrant,  fits 

Upon  this  flinty  throne, 
And  ev'ry  grace  lies  bury'd  deep 
Beneath  this  heart  of  ftone. 

3  How  feldom  do  I  rife  to  God, 

Or  tafte  the  joys  above  ! 
This  mountain  prefTes  down  my  faith, 
And  chills  my  flaming  love. 


B.  IL  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  21.5 

4f  When  fmiling  mercy  courts  my  foul 
With  all  its  heav'nly  charms, 
This  ftubborn,  this  relentlefs  thing 
Would  thruft  it  from  my  arms. 

5  Againfl  the  thunders  of  thy  word 

Rebellious  I  have  flood : 
My  heart,  it  makes  not  at  the  wrath 
And  terrors  of  a  God. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  fteep  this  rock  of  mine 

In  thine  own  crimfon  fea  ! 
None  but  a  bath  of  blood  divine 
Can  melt  the  flint  away. 

XCIX.     The  booh  of  God's  decrees. 

1   IT  ET  the  whole  race  of  creatures  lie 
•Ll  Abas'd  before  their  God  ; 
Whate'er  his  fov'reign  voice  has  form'd 
He  governs  with  a  nod. 

[2  Ten  thoufand  ages  ere  the  Ikies 
Were  into  motion  brought ; 
All  the  long  years  and  worlds  to  come 
Stood  prefent  to  his  thought. 

3  There's  not  a  fparrow,  or  a  worm, 

But's  found  in  his  decrees ; 
He  raifes  monarchs  to  their  throne, 
And  finks  'em  as  he  pleafe.] 

4  If  light  attends  the  courfe  I  run, 

'Tis  he  provides  thofe  rays  ; 
And  'tis  his  hand  that  hides  my  fun, 
If  darknefs  cloud  my  days. 


216  HYMNS  AND  B.  IL 

5  Yet  I  would  not  be  much  concern'd, 

Nor  vainly  long  to  fee 
The  volumes  of  his  deep  decrees, 
What  months  are  writ  for  me. 

6  When  he  reveals  the  book  of  life, 

Oh,  may  I  read  my  name 
Amongft  the  chofen  of  his  love, 
The  followers  of  the  Lamb  ! 


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C.     The  prefence  of  Chrijl  is  the  life  of  my  foul. 

TLTOW  full  of  anguifh  is  the  thought, 

How  it  diftra&s  and  tears  my  heart, 
If  God  at  lad,  my  fov'reign  Judge, 
Should  frown,  and  bid  my  foul  Depart ! 

Lord,  when  I  quit  this  earthly  ftage, 
Where  ftiall  I  fly  but  to  thy  breaft  ? 
For  I  have  fought  no  other  home  j 
For  I  have  learn'd  no  other  reft. 

I  cannot  live  contented  here, 
Without  fome  glimpfes  of  thy  face  ; 
And  heav'n,  without  thy  prefence  there, 
Will  be  a  dark  and  tirefome  place. 
When  earthly  cares  engrofs  the  day, 
And  hold  my  thoughts  afide  from  thee, 
The  mining  hours  of  cheerful  light 
Are  long  and  tedious  years  to  me. 

And  if  no  ev'ning  vifits  paid 
Between  my  Saviour  and  my  foul, 
How  dull  the  night !  how  fad  the  fhade.1 
How  mournfully  the  minutes  roll ! 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  217 

6  This  flefh  of  mine  might  learn  as  foon 
To  live,  yet  part  with  all  my  blood  ; 
To  breathe,  when  vital  air  is  gone, 
Or  thrive  and  grow  without  my  food. 

[7  Chrift  is  my  light,  my  life,  my  care, 
My  blefled  hope,  my  heav'nly  prize  5 
Dearer  than  all  my  pafiions  are, 
My  limbs,  my  bowels,  or  mine  eyes. 

8  The  firings  that  twine  about  my  heart, 
Tortures  and  racks  may  tear  them  ofFj 
But  they  can  never,  never  part 
With  their  dear  hold  of  Chrift  my  love.] 

[9  My  God  !  and  can  a  humble  child 
That  loves  thee  with  a  flame  fo  high, 
Be  ever  from  thy  face  exil'd, 
Without  the  pity  of  thine  eye  ? 

10  Impoflible  ! For  thine  own  hands 

Have  ty'd  my  heart  fo  faft  to  thee, 
And  in  thy  book  the  promife  ftands, 
That  where  thou  art,  thy  friends  muft  be.] 

CI.     The  world's  three  chief  temptations. 

1  TXTHEN  in  the  light  of  faith  divine 
We  look  on  things  below, 
Honour,  and  gold,  and  fenfual  joy, 
How  vain  and  dang'rous  too  ! 

[2  Honour's  a  puff  of  noify  breath ; 
Yet  men  expofe  their  blood, 
And  venture  everlafting  death, 
To  gain  that  airy  good. 
Ee 


218  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

3  Whilrt  others  ftarve  the  nobler  mind, 

And  feed  on  mining  duft, 
They  rob  the  ferpent  of  his  food, 
T'  indulge  a  fordid  luft.]j 

4  The  pleafures  that  allure  our  fenfe, 

Are  dang'rous  fnares  to  fouls  ; 
There's  but  a  drop  of  flatt'ring  fweet, 
And  dafh'd  with  bitter  bowls. 

5  God  is  my  all-fufficient  good, 

My  portion  and  my  choice  ; 

In  him  my  vaft  defires  are  fill'd, 

And  all  my  pow'rs  rejoice. 

6  In  vain  the  world  accofts  my  ear, 

And  tempts  my  heart  anew ; 
I  cannot  buy  your  blifs  fo  dear,  / 

Nor  part  with  heav'n  for  you. 


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CII.     A  happy  refurreBion. 

*VTO,  I'll  repine  at  death  no  more, 
-*-^    But  with  a  cheerful  gafp  refign, 
To  the  cold  dungeon  of  the  grave 
Thefe  dying,  with'ring  limbs  of  mine. 

Let  worms  devour  my  wafting  flefh, 
And  crumble  all  my  bones  to  duft, 
My  God  fhall  raife  my  frame  anew 
At  the  revival  of  the  juft. 

Break,  facred  morning,  through  the  fkies, 
Bring  that  delightful,  dreadful  day  ! 
Cut  fhort  the  hours,  dear  Lord,  and  come ; 
Thy  ling'ring  wheels  how  long  they  ftay  I 


&.  If.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  213 

£4?  Our  weary  fpirits  faint  to  fee 
The  light  of  thy  returning  face, 
And  hear  the  language  of  thofe  lips, 
Where  God  has  filed  his  richeft  grace.| 

£5  Hafte  then  upon  the  wings  of  love, 
Roufe  all  the  pious  fleeping  clay, 
That  we  may  join  in  heav'nly  joys, 
sAnd  fing  the  triumphs  of  the  day.] 

OIL     Chrifls  commiflion,  John  iii.  16,  17. 

,1   /^OME,  happy  fouls,  approach  your  God, 
^  With  new  melodious  fongs  ; 
Come,  render  to  Almighty  grace 
The  tributes  of  your  tongues. 
3>  So  ftrange,  fo  boundlefs  was  the  love 
That  pity'd  dying  men, 
The  Father  fent  his  equal  Son 
To  give  them  life  again. 

3  Thy  hands,  dear  Jefus,  were  not  arm'd 

With  a  revenging  rod, 
<No  hard  commiffion  to  perform 
The  vengeance  of  a  God  : 

4  But  all  was  mercy,  ail  was  mild, 

And  wrath  forfook  the  throne, 
When  Chrift  on  the  kind  errand  came. 

And  brought  falvation  down. 
■6  Here,  finners,  you  may  heal  your  wounds. 

And  wipe  your  forrows  dry ; 
Truft  in  the  mighty  Saviour's  name* 

And  you  fhall  never  die. 


220  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

6  See,  deareft  Lord,  our  willing  fouls 
Accept  thine  offer'd  grace ; 
We  blefs  the  great  Redeemer's  love, 
And  give  the  Father  praife. 

CIV.     The  fame. 

1  "Q  AISE  your  triumphant  fongs 
*^-  To  an  immortal  tune, 

Let  the  wide  earth  refound  the  deeds 
Celeftial  grace  has  done. 

2  Sing  how  eternal  love 

Its  chief  Beloved  chofe, 
And  bid  him  raife  our  wretched  race 
From  their  abyfs  of  woes. 

3  His  hand  no  thunder  bears, 

Nor  terror  clothes  his  brow  ; 
No  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  fouls 
To  fiercer  flames  below. 

4  'Twas  mercy  fill'd  the  throne, 

And  wrath  ftood  filent  by, 
When  Chrift  was  fent  with  pardons  down, 
To  rebels  doom'd  to  die. 

5  Now,  fmners,  dry  your  tears, 

Let  hopelefs  forrows  ceafe  \ 
Bow  to  the  fceptre  of  his  love, 
And  take  the  offer'd  peace. 

6  Lord,  we  obey  thy  call ; 

We  lay  a  humble  claim 
To  the  falvation  thou  haft  brought, 
And  love  and  praife  thy  name. 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  221 


CV.     Repentance  flowing  from  the  patience  of  God. 

1  A  ND  are  we  wretches  yet  alive  ? 
■**  And  do  we  yet  rebel  ? 

'Tis  boundlefs,  'tis  amazing  love, 
That  bears  us  up  from  hell ! 

2  The  burden  of  our  weighty  guilt 

Would  fink  us  down  to  flames, 
And  threat'ning  vengeance  roils  above, 
To  crufh  our  feeble  frames. 

S  Almighty  goodnefs  cries,  Forbear> 
And  ftraight  the  thund'rer  flays  : 
And  dare  we  now  provoke  his  wrath, 
And  weary  out  his  grace  ? 

4?  Lord,  we  have  long  abus'd  thy  love, 
Too  long  indulg'd  our  fin, 
Our  aching  hearts  e'en  bleed  to  fee 
What  rebels  we  have  been. 

5  No  more,  ye  lufts,  (hall  ye  command, 
No  more  will  we  obey  ; 
Stretch  out,  O  God,  thy  conquering  hand3 
And  drive  thy  foes  away. 

CVI.     Repentance  at  the  Crofs. 

I  (~\H.,  if  my  foul  was  form'd  for  wo, 
^^  How  would  I  vent  my  fighs  ! 
Repentance  mould  like  rivers  flow 
From  both  my  ftreaming  eyes. 


222  HYMNS  AND  B.  H. 

2  'Twas  for  my  fins,  my  dearefl  Lord 

Hung  on  the  curfed  tree, 
And  groan'd  away  a  dying  life, 
For  thee,  my  foul,  for  thee. 

3  Oh,  how  I  hate  thofe  lufts  of  mine 

That  crucify'd  my  God ; 
Thofe  fins  that  pierc'd  and  nail'd  his  flefh, 
Faft  to  the  fatal  wood  ! 

£  Yes,  my  Redeemer,  they  (hall  die, 
My  heart  has  fo  decreed ; 
Nor  will  I  fpare  the  guilty  things 
That  made  my  Saviour  bleed. 

5  Whilft  with  a  melting  broken  heart 
My  murder'd  Lord  I  view, 
I'll  raife  revenge  againfl  my  fins,, 
And  flay  the  murd'rers  too. 

CVII.     The  everlafling  abfence  of  God  intoleraVle. 

I  'T'HAT  awful  day  will  furely  come, 
A    Tlr*  appointed  hour  makes  hafte. 
When  I  muft  ftand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pafs  the  folemn  teft. 

Qt  Thou  lovely  chief  of  all  my  joys, 
Thou  fov'reign  of  my  heart, 
How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  found,  Depart  t 

[3  The  thunder  of  that  difmal  word 
Would  fo  torment  my  ear, 
'Twould  tear  my  foul  afunder,  Lord. 
With  mofl  tormenting  fear.] 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  223 

[4  What,  to  be  banifh'd  from  my  life, 
And  yet  forbid  to  die  ? 
To  linger  in  eternal  pain, 
Yet  death  for  ever  fly  !] 

5  Oh,  wretched  ftate  of  deep  defpair, 

To  fee  my  God  remove  ; 
And  fix  my  doleful  ftation  where 
I  muft  not  tafle  his  love. 

6  Jefus  !  I  throw  my  arms  around, 

And  hang  upon  thy  bread  ;     0 
Without  a  gracious  fmile  from  thee 
My  fpirit  cannot  reft. 

7  Oh  !  tell  me,  that  my  worthlefs  name 

Is  graven  on  thy  hands  ; 
Shew  me  fome  promife  in  thy  book, 
Where  my  falvation  ftands  ! 

[8  Give  me  one  kind  alluring  word, 
To  fink  my  fears  again  \ 
And  cheerfully  my  foul  fhall  wait 
Her  threefcore  years  and  ten.] 

CVIII.  Acccfs  to  the  throne  of  a  grace  by  a  Mediator. 

1  /^OME,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 
^*  Up  to  the  courts  above, 

And  fmile  to  fee  our  Father  there, 
Upon  a  throne  of  love. 

2  Once  'twas  a  feat  of  dreadful  wrath, 

And  fhot  devouring  flame  ; 
Our  God  appear' d  confumingfire^ 
And  vengeance  was  his  name. 


224.  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

3  Rich  were  the  drops  of  Jefus'  blood, 

That  calm'd  his  frowning  face, 
That  fprinkled  o'er  the  burning  throne, 
And  turn'd  the  wrath  to  grace. 

4  Now  we  may  bow  before  his  feet, 

And  venture  near  the  Lord  ; 

No  fiery  cherub  guards  his  feat, 

Nor  double-flaming  fword. 

5  The  peaceful  gates  of  heav'nly  blifs 

Are  open'/l  by  the  Son ; 
High  let  us  raife  our  notes  of  praife, 
And  reach  th'  almighty  throne. 

6  To  thee-ten  thoufand  thanks  we  bring, 

Great  Advocate  on  high  ; 
And  glory  to  th'  eternal  King 
That  lays  his  fury  by. 

CIX.     The  darknefs  of  providence, 

1  T  ORD,  we  adore  thy  vaft  defigns, 

-■^  Th'  obfcure  abyfs  of  providence,       » 
Too  deep  to  found  with  mortal  lines  \ 
Too  dark  to  view  with  feeble  fenfe. 

2  Now  thou  array' it  thine  awful  face 
In  angry  frowns,  without  a  fmile  : 

We,  through  the  cloud,  believe  thy  grace, 
Secure  of  thy  compaflion  (till. 

3  Through  feas  and  ftorms  of  deep  diftrefs, 
We  fail  by  faith,  and  not  by  fight  j 
Faith  guides  us  in  the  wildernefs, 
Through  all  the  briers,  and  the  night. 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  225 

4  Dear  Father,  if  thy  lifted  rod 
Refolve  to  fcourge  us  here  below, 
Still  we  muft  lean  upon  our  God, 
Thine  arm  fhall  bear  us  fafely  through. 

CX.     Triumph  over  death,  in  hope  of  the  refurrefition. 

1  A  ND  muft  this  body  die  ? 

This  mortal  frame  decay  ? 
And  muft  thefe  a£tive  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  mould'ring  in  the  clay  ? 

2  Corruption,  earth  and  worms, 
Shall  but  refine  this  flefh, 

Till  my  triumphant  fpirit  comes 
To  put  it  on  afrefh. 

3  God  my  Redeemer  lives, 
And  often  from  the  Ikies 

Looks  down,  and  watches  all  my  duft, 
Till  he  fhall  bid  it  rife. 

4  Array'd  in  glorious  grace, 
Shall  thefe  vile  bodies  mine, 

And  ev'ry  fhape,  and  ev'ry  face, 
Look  heav'nly  and  divine. 

5  Thefe  lively  hopes  we  owe 
To  Jefus>  dying  love  j 

We  would  adore  his  grace  below, 
And  fing  his  pow'r  above. 

6  Dear  LordJ  accept  the  praife 
Of  thefe  our  humble  fongs, 

Till  tunes  of  nobler  found  we  raife 
With  our  immortal  tongues. 
Ff 


226  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 


CXI.      Thatikf giving  for  viclory ';  or,  God\ 
dominiony  and  our  deliverance. 

1  *7lON  rejoice,  and  Judah  fing, 

The  Lord  aflumes  his  throne ; 
Let  Chriftians  own  the  heav'nly  King, 
And  make  his  glories  known. 

2  The  great,  the  wicked,  and  the  proud, 

From  their  high  feats  are  hurl'd ; 
Jehovah  rides  upon  a  cloud, 

And  thunders  through  the  world. 

3  He  reigns  upon  th'  eternal  hills, 

Diftributes  mortal  crowns ; 
Empires  are  fix'd  beneath  his  fmiles, 
And  totter  at  his  frowns. 

4  Navies  that  rule  the  ocean  wide, 

Are  vanquifh'd  by  his  breath  ; 
And  legions,  arm'd  with  pow'r  and  pride, 
Defcend  to  wat'ry  death. 

5  Let  tyrants  make  no  more  pretence 

To  vex  our  happy  land ; 

Jehovah's  name  is  our  defence, 

Our  buckler  is  his  hand. 

[G  Long  may  the  King  our  Sov'reign  live, 
To  rule  us  by  his  word ; 
And  all  the  honours  he  can  give, 
Be  offer'd  to  the  Lord.] 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  227 

CXII.     Angels  min'iftering  to  Chrijl  and  the  faints. 

1  S~*  REAT  God  !  to  what  a  glorious  height 
^-*  Haft  thou  advanc'd  the  Lord,  thy  Son  ! 
Angels,  in  all  their  robes  of  light, 

Are  made  the  fervants  of  his  throne. 

2  Before  his  feet  thine  armies  wait, 
And  fwift  as  flames  of  fire  they  move, 
To  manage  his  affairs  of  ftate, 

In  works  of  vengeance  and  of  love. 

3  His  orders  run  through  all  the  hofts  -, 
Legions  defcend  at  his  command, 

To  fhield  and  guard  the  Chriftian  coafts, 
"When  foreign  rage  invades  our  land. 

4  Now  they  are  fent  to  guide  our  feet 
Up  to  the  gates  of  thine  abode, 
Through  all  the  dangers  that  we  meet 
In  travelling  the  heav'nly  road. 

5  Lord,  when  I  leave  this  mortal  ground, 
And  thou  malt  bid  me  rife  and  come, 
Send  a  beloved  angel  down 

Safe  to  conducl:  my  fpirit  home. 

CXIII.     The  fame. 

1  ''"THE  majefty  of  Solomon, 

How  glorious  to  behold  ! 
The  fervants  waiting  round  his  throne, 
The  iv'ry  and  the  gold  ! 

2  But,  mighty  God  !  thy  palace  fhines 

With  far  fuperior  beams  ; 
Thine  angel-guards  are  fwift  as  winds, 
Thy  minifters  are  flames. 


228  HYMNS  AND  B.  IL 

3  Soon  as  thine  only  Son  had  made 

His  entrance  on  the  earth, 
A  mining  army  downward  fled, 
To  celebrate  his  birth. 

4  And  when  opprefs'd  with  pains  and  fears, 

On  the  cold  ground  he  lies, 
Behoid  a  heav'nly  form  appears, 
T'  allay  his  agonies. 

5  Now  to  the  hands  of  Chrift  our  King, 

Are  all  their  legions  giv'n  ; 
They  wait  upon  his  faints,  and  bring 
His  chofen  heirs  to  heav'n. 

6  Pleafure  and  praife  run  through  their  hoft, 

To  fee  a  finner  turn  ; 
Then  Satan  has  a  captive  loft, 
And  Chrift  a  fubjecl:  born. 

7  But  there's  an  hour  of  brighter  joy, 

When  he  his  angels  fends, 
Obftinate  rebels  to  deftroy, 
And  gather  in  his  friends. 

S  O  !  could  I  fay  without  a  doubt, 
There  fhall  my  foul  be  found  ; 
Then  let  the  great  archangel  fhout, 
And  the  laft  trumpet  found. 

CXIV.      Chrift' s  death,  victory,  and  dominion. 

1   T  Sing  my  Saviour's  wondrous  death ; 
He  conquer'd  when  he  fell : 
'TisfcniJJj'd,  faid  his  dying  breath, 
And  fhook  the  gates  of  hell. 


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2  'Its  finijti }d,  our  Immanuel  cries, 

The  dreadful  work  is  done  ; 
Hence  fhall  his  fov'reign  throne  arife, 
His  kingdom  is  begun. 

3  His  crofs  a  fure  foundation  laid 

For  glory  and  renown, 
When  through  the  regions  of  the  dead 
He  pafs'd  to  reach  the  crown. 

4  Exalted  at  his  Father's  fide 

Sits  our  victorious  Lord  : 
To  heav'n  and  hell  his  hands  divide 
The  vengeance  or  reward. 

5  The  faints  from  his  propitious  eye, 

Await  their  fev'ral  crowns, 

And  all  the  fons  of  darknefs  fly 

The  terror  of  his  frowns. 


CXV.      God  the  avenger  of  his  faints  ;  or,  His 
kingdom  fupreme. 


XJIGH  as  the  heav'ns  above  the  ground, 

Reigns  the  Creator,  God  ; 
Wide  as  the  whole  creation's  bound, 
Extends  his  awful  rod. 


2  Let  princes  of  exalted  ftate 
To  him  afcribe  their  crown, 
Render  their  homage  at  his  feet, 
And  caft  their  glories  down. 


230  HYMNS  AND  B.  H. 

3  Know  that  his  kingdom  is  fupreme  ; 

Your  lofty  thoughts  are  vain  ; 
He  calls  you  gods,  that  awful  name, 
But  ye  muft  die  like  men. 

4  Then  let  the  fov'reigns  of  the  globe 

Not  dare  to  vex  the  juft  ; 
He  puts  on  vengeance  like  a  robe, 
And  treads  the  worms  to  dull. 

5  Ye  judges  of  the  earth  be  wife, 

And  think  of  heav'n  with  fear  ; 
The  meaneft  faint  that  you  defpife 
Has  an  avenger  there. 

CXVI.     Mercies  and  thanks. 

1  "LTOW  can  I  fink  with  fuch  a  prop, 

As  my  eternal  God, 
"Who  bears  the  earth's  huge  pillars  up, 
And  fpreads  the  heav'ns  abroad  ? 

2  How  can  I  die  while  Jefus  lives, 

Who  rofe  and  left  the  dead  ? 
Pardon  and  grace  my  foul  receives 
From  mine  exalted  Head. 

3  All  that  I  am,  and  all  I  have, 

Shall  be  for  ever  thine ; 
Whate'er  my  duty  bids  me  give, 
My  cheerful  thoughts  refign. 

if  Yet  if  I  might  make  fome  referve, 
And  duty  did  not  call, 
I  love  my  God  with  zeal  fo  great, 
That  I  mould  give  him  all. 


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CXVII.     Living  and  dying  with  God  prefent. 

1  T  Cailnot  bear  thine  abfence,  Lord, 

My  life  expires  if  thou  depart ; 
Be  thou,  my  heart,  (till  near  my  God, 
And  thou,  my  God,  be  near  my  heart. 

2  I  was  not  born  for  earth  or  fin, 
Nor  can  I  live  on  things  fo  vile  ; 
Yet  I  will  flay  my  Father's  time, 
And  hope  and  wait  for  heav'n  a  while. 

3  Then  deareft  Lord,  in  thine  embrace, 
Let  me  refign  my  fleeting  breath  \ 
And,  with  a  fmile  upon  my  face, 
Pafs  the  important  hour  of  death. 


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CXVIII.     The  priefthood  of  Chrif. 

T>  LOOD  has  a  voice  to  pierce  the  fkies  -9 

Revenge,  the  blood  of  Abel  cries : 
But  the  dear  ftream,  when  Chrift  was  flain^ 
Speaks  peace  as  loud  from  ev'ry  vein. 

2  Pardon  and  peace  from  God  on  high  ; 
Behold  he  lays  his  vengeance  by ; 
And  rebels  that  deferve  his  fword, 
Become  the  fav'rites  of  the  Lord. 

3  To  Jefus  let  our  praifes  rife, 
Who  gave  his  life  a  facrifice  : 
Now  he  appears  before  his  God, 
And,  for  our  pardon,  pleads  his  blood. 


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B.  II. 


CXIX.      The  holy  fcriptures . 

1  T   ADEN  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears, 

I  fly  to  thee,  my  Lord, 
And  not  a  glimpfe  of  hope  appears, 
But  in  thy  written  word. 

2  The  volume  of  my  Father's  grace 

Does  all  my  grief  afluage  : 
Here  I  behold  my  Saviour's  face 
Almofl  in  ev'ry  page. 

3  This  is  the  field  where  hidden  lies 

The  pearl  of  price  unknown  ; 
That  merchant  is  divinely  wife, 
Who  makes  the  pearl  his  own. 

4  Here  confecrated  water  flows 

To  quench  my  third  of  fin ; 
Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 
Nor  danger  dwells  therein. 

5  This  is  the  judge  that  ends  the  (Irife, 

"Where  wit  and  reafon  fail ; 
My  guide  to  everlafting  life 
Through  all  this  gloomy  vale. 

6  Oh !  may  thy  counfels,  mighty  God  ! 

My  roving  feet  command  ; 
Nor  I  forfake  the  happy  road, 
That  leads  to  thy  right  hand. 

CXX.     The  law  and  gof pel  joined  infcripture. 

1   ''T'HE  Lord  declares  his  will, 

And  keeps  the  world  in  awe ; 
Amidft  the  fmoke  on  Sinai's  hill, 
Breaks  out  his  fiery  law. 


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2  The  Lord  reveals  his  face, 
And  fmiling  from  above 
Sends  down  the  gofpel  of  his  grace, 
Th'  epiftles  of  his  love. 

3  Thefe  facred  words  impart 

Our  Maker's  juft  commands  -, 
The  pity  of  his  melting  heart, 

And  vengeance  of  his  hands. 

4  Hence  we  awake  our  fear, 
We  draw  our  comfort  hence  ; 
The  arms  of  grace  are  treafur'd  here. 
And  armour  of  defence. 

[5  We  learn  Chrift  crucify'd, 

And  here  behold  his  blood  : 
All  arts  and  knowledges  befide 

Will  do  us  little  good.] 

6  We  read  the  heav'nly  word, 
We  take  the  ofFer'd  grace, 

Obey  the  ftatutes  of  the  Lord, 
And  truft  his  promifes. 

7  In  vain  {hall  Satan  rage 
Againft  a  book  divine, 

Where  wrath  and  lightning  guard  the  paget 
Where  beams  of  mercy  mine. 


CXXI.      The  law  and  gofpel  diftinguijhed. 


T 


HE  law  commands  and  makes  us  know 
What  duties  to  our  God  we  owe  \ 
But  Jtis  the  gofpel  muft  reveal 
Where  lies  our  ftrength  to  do  his  will. 


234  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

2  The  law  difcovers  guilt  and  fin, 

And  fhews  how  vile  our  hearts  have  been  ; 
Only  the  gofpel  can  exprefs 
Forgiving  love  and  cleanfing  grace. 

3  What  curfes  doth  the  law  denounce 
Again  ft  the  man  that  fails  but  once  ! 
But  in  the  gofpel  Chrift  appears, 
Pard'ning  the  guilt  of  numerous  years. 

4  My  foul,  no  more  attempt  to  draw 
Thy  life  and  comfort  from  the  law ; 
Fly  to  the  hope  the  gofpel  gives  : 
The  man  that  trufts  the  promife  lives. 

CXXII.     Retiremetit  and  meditation. 

*   "jVTY  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 

A  ftranger  to  myfelf  and  thee  : 
Amidft  a  thoufand  thoughts  I  rove, 
Forgetful  of  my  higheft  love. 

2  Why  mould  my  paihons  mix  with  earth, 
And  thus  debafe  my  heav'nly  birth  ? 
Why  fhould  I  cleave  to  things  below, 
And  let  my  God,  my  Saviour  go  ? 

3  Call  me  away  from  flefh  and  fenfe, 

One  fov'reign  word  can  draw  me  thence ; 
I  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 
And  all  inferior  joys  refign. 

4  Be  earth,  with  all  her  fcenes  withdrawn  ! 
Let  noife  and  vanity  be  gone  : 

In  fecret  filence  of  the  mind, 

My  heav'n,  2nd  there  my  God,  I  find. 


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CXXIII.      The  benefit  of  public  ordinances. 

1  A  WAY  from  ev'ry  mortal  care, 

**       Away  from  earth  our  fouls  retreat  •, 
We  leave  this  worthlefs  world  afar, 
And  wait  and  worfhip  near  thy  feat. 

2  Lord,  in  the  temple  of  thy  grace, 
We  fee  thy  feet,  and  we  adore ; 
We  gaze  upon  thy  lovely  face, 
And  learn  the  wonders  of  thy  pow'r. 

3  While  here  our  various  wants  we  mourn, 
United  groans  afcend  on  high  ; 

And  prayer  bears  a  quick  return 
Of  bleffings  in  variety. 

[4  If  Satan  rage  and  fin  grow  ftrong, 
Here  we  receive  fome  cheering  word ; 
We  gird  the  gofpel-armour  on, 
To  fight  the  battles  of  the  Lord. 

5  Or  if  our  fpirit  faints  and  dies, 

(Our  confcience  gall'd  with  inward  flings) 
Here  doth  the  righteous  fun  arife 
With  healing  beams  beneath  his  wings.] 

6  Father  !  my  foul  would  Hill  abide 
Within  thy  temple,  near  thy  fide  ; 
But  if  my  feet  muft  hence  depart, 
Still  keep  thy  dwelling  in  my  heart. 

CXXTV.     Moses,  Aaron,  and  Joshua. 

1  "TIS  not  the  law  of  ten  commands, 
On  holy  Sinai  giv'n, 
Or  fent  to  men  by  Mofes'  hands, 
Can  bring  us  fafe  to  heav'n. 


236  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

2  Tis  not  the  blood  which  Aaron  fpilt, 

Nor  fmoke  of  fweeteft  fmell, 
Can  buy  a  pardon  for  our  guilt, 
Or  fave  our  fouls  from  hell. 

3  Aaron  the  prieft  refigns  his  breath 

At  God's  immediate  will ; 
And  in  the  defert  yields  to  death 
Upon  th'  appointed  hill. 

4  And  thus,  on  Jordan's  yonder  fide 

The  tribes  of  Ifra'l  ftand, 
While  Mofes  bow'd  his  head  and  dy'd 
Short  of  the  promis'd  land. 

5  Ifr'el  rejoice,  now  *  Jofhua  leads, 

He'll  bring  your  tribes  to  reft  ; 
So  far  the  Saviour's  name  exceeds 
The  Ruler  and  the  Prieft. 

CXXV.     Faith  and  repentance,  unbelief  and 
impenitence. 

1  T   IFE  and  immortal  joys  are  giv'n 

To  fouls  that  mourn  the  fins  they've  done  ; 
Children  of  wrath  made  heirs  of  heav'n 
By  faith  in  God's  eternal  Son. 

2  Wo  to  the  wretch  that  never  felt 
The  inward  pangs  of  pious  grief, 
But  adds  to  all  his  crying  guilt 
The  ftubborn  fin  of  unbelief. 

*  Joftiua  the  fame  with  Jefus,  which  figRifies  a  Saviour. 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  237 

3   The  law  condemns  the  rebel  dead, 
Under  the  wrath  of  God  he  lies  ; 
He  feals  the  curfe  on  his  own  head, 
And  with  a  double  vengeance  dies. 

CXXVL      God  glorified  in  the  gofpeL 

1  """THE  Lord,  defcending  from  above, 

Invites  his  children  near  : 
While  pow'r  and  truth,  and  boundlefs  love, 
Difplay  their  glories  here. 

2  Here,  in  thy  gofpel's  wondrous  frame 

Frefh  wifdcm  we  purfue  ; 
A  thoufand  angels  learn  thy  name, 
Beyond  whate'er  they  knew. 

3  Thy  name  is  writ  in  faireft  lines, 

Thy  wonders  here  we  trace ; 
Wifdom  through  all  the  myft'ry  mines, 
And  mines  in  Jems'  face. 

4  The  law  its  beft  obedience  owes 

To  our  incarnate  God  ! 
And  thy  revenging  juftice  mows 
Its  honours  in  his  blood. 

5  But  ftill  the  luftre  of  thy  grace 

Our  warmer  thoughts  employs, 
Gilds  the  whole  fcene  with  brighter  rays. 
And  more  exalts  our  joys. 


238  HYMNS  AND  B.  IT. 

CXXVII.      Circumcifton  and  baptifm, 
(Written  only  for  thofe  <who  praBife  infanUbaptifm.  J 

1  'THUS  did  the  fons  of  Abrah'm  pafs 

Under  the  bioody  feal  of  grace  ; 
The  young  difcipies  bore  the  yoke, 
Till  Chrift  the  painful  bondage  broke. 

2  By  milder  ways  doth  Jefus  prove 
His  Father's  cov'nant,  and  his  love  : 
He  feals  to  faints  his  glorious  grace, 
And  not  forbids  their  infant-race. 

3  Their  feed  is  fprinkled  with  his  blood  ; 
Their  children  fet  apart  for  God  ; 
His  Spirit  on  their  offspring  lhed, 
Like  water  pour'd  upon  the  head. 

4  Let  ev'ry  faint  with  cheerful  voice 
In  this  large  covenant  rejoice  ; 
Young  children  in  their  early  days, 
Shall  give  the  God  of  Abrah'm  praife. 

CXXVIII.      Corrupt  nature  from  Adam. 

1  "DLESS'D  with  the  joys  of  innocence, 
•"-*   Adam,  our  father,  flood, 

Till  he  debas'd  his  foul  to  fenfe, 
And  eat  forbidden  food. 

2  Now  we  are  born  a  fenfual  race, 

To  finful  joys  inclin'd  ; 
Reafon  has  loft  its  native  place, 
And  flefh  enflaves  the  mind. 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  239 

3  While  flefh,  and  fenfe,  and  paffion  reigns, 

Sin  is  the  fweeteft  good  : 
We  fancy  mufic  in  our  chains, 
And  fo  forget  the  load. 

4  Great  God  !  renew  our  ruin'd  frame. 

Our  broken  powers  reftore  : 
Infpire  us  with  a  heav'nly  flame, 
And  flefh  fhall  reign  no  more. 

5  Eternal  Spirit !  write  thy  lav/ 

Upon  our  inward  parts, 
And  let  the  fecond  Adam  draw 
His  image  on  our  hearts. 

CXXIX.      We  walk  by  faith,  and  not  by  fight. 

1  ,rTTS  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 

We  walk  through  deferts  dark  as  night, 
Till  we  arrive  at  heav'n  our  home  ; 
Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light. 

2  The  want  of  fight  fhe  well  fupplies, 
She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear ; 
Far  into  diftant  worlds  fhe  pries, 
And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

3  Cheerful  we  tread  the  defert  through, 
While  faith  infpires  a  heav'nly  ray, 
Though  lions  roar,  and  tempefts  blow, 
And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 

4  So  Abrah'm,  by  divine  command, 
Left  his  own  houfe  to  walk  with  God  ; 
His  faith  beheld  the  promis'd  land, 
And  fir'd  his  zeal  along  the  road. 


240  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

CXXX.     The  New  Creation. 

1  A  TTEND,  while  God's  exalted  Son 
•*•*-  Doth  his  own  glories  fhew  : 

"  Behold  I  fit  upon  my  throne, 
"  Creating  all  things  new. 

2  "  Nature  and  fin  are  pafs'd  away, 

"  And  the  old  Adam  dies ; 
"  My  hands  a  new  foundation  lay ; 
«  See  the  new  world  arife  ! 

3  "  I'll  be  a  fun  of  righteoufnefs 

"  To  the  new  heav'ns  I  make  : 
"  None  but  the  new-born  heirs  of  grace 
«  My  glories  mail  partake." 

4  Mighty  Redeemer  !  fet  me  free 

From  my  old  ftate  of  fin  ; 

Oh,  make  my  foul  alive  to  thee, 

Create  new  pow'rs  within. 

5  Renew  mine  eyes,  and  form  mine  ears, 

And  mould  my  heart  afrefh  : 
Give  me  new  paffions,  joys  and  fears, 
And  turn  the  ftone  to  flefh. 

6  Far  from  the  regions  of  the  dead, 

From  fin,  and  earth,  and  hell ; 
In  the  new  world  that  grace  has  made 
I  would  for  ever  dwell. 

CXXXI.      The  excellency  of  the  Chrijlian  religion. 

I    1J   ET  everlafting  glories  crown 

Thy  head,  my  Saviour,  and  my  Lord  ; 
Thy  hands  have  brought  falvation  down, 
And  writ  the  bleflings  in  thy  word. 


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[2  What  if  we  trace  the  globe  around. 
And  fearch  from  Britain  to  Japan, 
There  fhall  be  no  religion  found 
So  juft  to  God,  fo  fafe  to  man.] 

3  In  vain  the  trembling  conscience  feeks 
Some  folid  ground  to  reft  upon ; 
With  long  defpair  the  fpirit  breaks, 
Till  we  apply  to  Chrift  alone. 

4  How  well  thy  blefTed  truths  agree  ! 
How  wife  and  holy  thy  commands  ! 
Thy  promifes,  how  firm  they  be  ! 
How  firm  our  hope  and  comfort  (lands  ! 

[5  Not  the  feign' d  fields  of  Heath'niili  blifs 
Could  raife  fuch  pleafure  in  the  mind ; 
Nor  does  the  Turkifh  paradife 
Pretend  to  joys  fo  well  refin'd.] 

6  Should  all  the  forms  that  men  devife 
AfTault  my  faith  with  treach'rous  art, 
I'd  call  them  vanity  and  lies, 
And  bind  the  gofpel  to  my  heart. 

CXXXII.     The  offices  of  Chrift. 

1  TTTE  blefs  the  Prophet  of  the  Lord, 

That  comes  with  truth  and  grace  ; 
Jefus,  thy  Spirit,  and  thy  word, 
Shall  lead  us  in  thy  ways. 

2  We  rev'rence  our  High-Prieft  above, 

Who  offer'd  up  his  blood, 
And  lives  to  carry  on  his  love, 
By  pleading  with  our  God- 
Hh 


242  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

3  We  honour  our  exalted  King  ; 
How  fweet  are  his  commands  ! 
He  guards  our  fouls  from  hell  and  fin, 
By  his  almighty  hands. 

4-  Hofanna  to  his  glorious  name, 
Who  faves  by  diff 'rent  ways  : 
His  mercies  lay  a  fov'reign  claim 
To  our  immortal  praife. 

CXXXIII.      The  operations  of  the  Holy  Spirit. 

1  INTERNAL  Spirit !  we  confefs, 

And  fing  the  wonders  of  thy  grace  ; 
Thy  power  conveys  our  bleffings  down 
From  God  the  Father  and  the  Son. 

2  Enlighten'd  by  thy  heav'nly  ray, 
Our  fhades  and  darknefs  turn  to  day  : 
Thine  inward  teachings  make  us  know 
Our  danger  and  our  refuge  too. 

3  Thy  pow'r  and  glory  work  within, 
And  break  the  chains  of  reigning  fin  ; 
Do  our  imperious  lufts  fubdue, 

And  form  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 

4  The  troubled  confcience  knows  thy  voice ; 
Thy  cheering  words  awake  our  joys  \ 
Thy  words  allay  the  ftormy  wind, 

And  calm  the  furges  of  the  mind. 

CXXXIV.      Circumcifion  abolijloed. 

1   r  I  'HE  promife  was  divinely  free, 
Extenfive  was  the  grace  ; 
«  I  will  the  God  of  Abrah'm  be, 
"  And  of  his  numerous  race." 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

2  He  faid,  and  with  a  bloody  feal, 

Confirm'd  the  words  he  fpoke  : 
Long  did  the  fons  of  Abrah'm  feel 
The  fharp  and  painful  yoke. 

3  Till  God's  own  Son,  defcending  low. 

Gave  his  own  flefh  to  bleed ; 
And  Gentiles  tafte  the  bleflings  now, 

From  the  hard  bondage  freed. 
4-  The  God  of  Abrah'm  claims  our  praifeP 

His  promifes  endure ; 
And  Chrift  the  Lord  in  gentler  ways 

Makes  the  falvation  fure. 

CXXXV.      Types  and  prophecies  of  Chrift. 

1  "DEHOLD  the  woman's  promis'd  Seed  ! 

Behold  the  great  Meffiah  come  ! 
Behold  the  prophets  all  agreed 
To  give  him  the  fuperior  room  ! 

2  Abrah'm,  the  faint,  rejoic'd  of  old 
When  vifions  of  the  Lord  he  faw ! 
Mofes,  the  man  of  God,  foretold 
This  great  Fulfiller  of  his  law. 

3  The  types  bore  witnefs  to  his  name, 
Obtain'd  their  chief  defign,  and  ceas'd ; 
The  incenfe  and  the  bleeding  lamb, 
The  ark,  the  altar,  and  the  prieft. 

4  Predictions  in  abundance  meet 
To  join  their  bleflings  on  his  head  ! 
Jefus,  we  worfhip  at  thy  feet, 
And  nations  own  the  promis'd  Seed, 


244  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

CXXXVI.     Miracles  at  the  birth  of  Chrift. 

1  rT^HE  King  of  glory  fends  his  Son, 

To  make  his  entrance  on  this  earth  ; 
Behold  the  midnight  bright  as  noon, 
And  heav'nly  hofts  declare  his  birth ! 

2  About  the  young  Redeemer's  head 
What  wonders  and  what  glories  meet ! 
An  unknown  ftar  arofe,  and  led 

The  eaftern  fages  to  his  feet. 

?>  Simeon  and  Anna  both  confpire 
The  Infant-Saviour  to  proclaim  j 
Inward  they  felt  the  facred  fire, 
And  blefs'd  the  babe,  and  own'd  his  name. 

4  Let  Jews  and  Greeks  blafpheme  aloud, 
And  treat  the  holy  Child  with  fcorn  ; 
Our  fouls  adore  th'  eternal  God, 
Who  condefcended  to  be  born. 

CXXXVII.      Miracles  in  the  life,  death,  and 
refurrection  of  Chrif. 

1  "UEHOLD  the  blind  their  fight  receive  ! 

Behold,  the  dead  awake  and  live  ! 
The  dumb  fpeak  wonders,  and  the  lame 
Leap  like  the  hart,  and  blefs  his  name  ! 

2  Thus  doth  th'  eternal  Spirit  own 
And  feal  the  million  of  the  Son  \ 
The  Father  vindicates  his  caufe, 
While  he  hangs  bleeding  on  the  crofs. 


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3  He  dies  ;  the  heav'ns  in  mourning  flood  j 
He  rifes,  and  appears  a  God : 
Behold  the  Lord,  afcending  high, 
No  more  to  bleed,  no  more  to  die  I 

1  Hence  and  for  ever  from  my  heart 
I  bid  my  doubts  and  fears  depart ; 
And  to  thofe  hands  my  foul  refign, 
Which  bear  credentials  fo  divine. 

CXXXVIII.      The  power  of  the  gofpeL 

1  HPHIS  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love, 

Sent  to  the  nations  from  above  ; 
Jehovah  here  refolves  to  mew 
What  his  almighty  grace  can  do. 

2  This  remedy  did  Wifdom  find, 
To  heal  difeafes  of  the  mind  ; 

This  fov'reign  balm,  whofe  virtues  can 
Reftore  the  ruin'd  creature,  man. 

3  The  gofpel  bids  the  dead  revive, 
Sinners  obey  the  voice  and  live  ; 

Dry  bones  are  rais'd,  and  cloth'd  afreiTi, 
And  hearts  of  ftone  are  turn'd  to  flefh. 

[4?  Where  Satan  reign'd  in  (hades  of  night, 
The  gofpel  flrikes  a  heav'nly  light ; 
Our  lufts  its  wondrous  power  controls, 
And  calms  the  rage  of  angry  fouls.] 

["5  Lions  and  beads  of  favage  name 
Put  on  the  nature  of  the  Lamb  ; 
While  the  wide  world  efleems  it  ftrange, 
Gaze  and  admire,  and  hate  the  change.] 


246  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

6    May  but  this  grace  my  foul  renew, 
Let  fmners  gaze  and  hate  me  too ; 
The  word  that  faves  me  does  engage 
A  fure  defence  from  all  their  rage. 

CXXXIX.      The  example  of  Chrift. 

1  "IV/TY  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord  ! 

I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word  ; 
But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears, 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  fuch  thy  zeal, 
Such  def  'rence  to  thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love,  and  meeknefs  fo  divine, 

I  would  tranferibe  and  make  them  mine, 

3  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air 
Witnefs'd  the  fervour  of  thy  pray'r  ; 
The  defert  thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict  and  thy  vicVry  too. 

4-  Be  thou  my  pattern  ;  make  me  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here  ; 
Then  God  the  Judge  (hall  own  my  name 
Amongft  the  followers  of  the  Lamb. 


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CXL.     The  examples  of  Chrifl  and  the  faints. 

C^  I VE  me  the  wings  of  faith,  to  rife 
^*  Within  the  vail,  and  fee, 
The  faints  above,  how  great  their  joys, 
,How  bright  their  glories  be. 


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2  Once  they  were  mourning  here  below, 

And  wet  their  couch  with  tears  : 
They  wreftled  hard,  as  we  do  now, 
With  fins,  and  doubts,  and  fears. 

3  I  afk  them  whence  their  vi&'ry  came  ? 

They  with  united  breath 
Afcribe  their  conqueft  to  the  Lamb, 
Their  triumph  to  his  death. 

4?  They  mark'd  the  footfteps  that  he  trod, 
(His  zeal  infpir'd  their  bread  ;) 
And  following  their  incarnate  God, 
PoiTefs  the  promis'd  reft. 

5  Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praife, 
For  his  own  pattern  giv'n, 
While  the  long  croud  of  witnefies 
Shew  the  fame  path  to  heav'n. 

CXLI.      Faith  ajpjhd  by  fe?ife  :  or,  Preachings 
baptifm,  and  the  Lord's  /upper. 

1  TV/rY  Saviour- God,  my  fov'reign  Prince, 
-***-*-  Reigns  far  above  the  Ikies  ! 

But  brings  his  graces  down  to  fenfe, 
And  helps  my  faith  to  rife. 

2  My  eyes  and  ears  fhall  blefs  his  name, 

They  read  and  hear  his  word : 
My  touch  and  tafte  mail  do  the  fame. 
When  they  receive  the  Lord. 

3  Baptifmal  water  is  defign'd 

To  feal  his  cleanfing  grace, 
"While  at  his  feaft  of  bread  and  wine 
Ke  gfives  his  faints  a  place. 


248  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

4  But  not  the  waters  of  a  flood 

Can  make  my  flefh  fo  clean, 

As  by  his  Spirit  and  his  blood 

He'll  wafh  my  foul  from  fin. 

5  Not  choicer!  meats,  nor  nobleft  wines, 

So  much  my  heart  refrefh, 
As  when  my  faith  goes  through  the  figns, 
And  feeds  upon  his  flefh. 

6  I  love  the  Lord  that  ftoops  fo  low, 

To  give  his  word  a  feal : 
But  the  rich  grace  his  hands  bellow, 
Exceeds  the  figures  ftill. 

CXLII.     Faith  in  Ghrijl  our  facrifice, 

1  MOT  all  the  blood  of  beafts 

On  Jewifh  altars  flain, 
Could  give  the  guilty  confcience  peace, 
Or  wafh  away  the  (lain. 

2  But  Chrift  the  heav'nly  Lamb, 
Takes  all  our  fins  away ; 

A  facrifice  of  nobler  name, 

And  richer  blood  than  they. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 
On  that  dear  head  of  thine, 

While  like  a  penitent  I  ftand, 
And  there  confefs  my  fin. 

4  My  foul  looks  back  to  fee 
The  burdens  thou  didft  bear, 

When  hanging  on  the  curfed  tree, 
And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 


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5  Believing  we  rejoice 
To  fee  the  curfe  remove  ; 
We  blefs  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  fmg  his  bleeding  love. 

CXLIII.     Flefh  and  fpirit. 

1  "IT7HAT  different  pow'rs  of  grace  and  fin 

Attend  our  mortal  ftate  ! 
I  hate  the  thoughts  that  work  within. 
And  do  the  works  I  hate. 

2  Now  I  complain,  and  groan,  and  die, 

While  fin  and  Satan  reign  ; 
Now  raife  my  fongs  of  triumph  high, 
For  grace  prevails  again. 

3  So  darknefs  ftruggles  with  the  light, 

Till  perfect  day  arife  ; 
Water  and  fire  maintain  the  fight 
Until  the  weaker  dies. 

4  Thus  will  the  flefh  and  fpirit  ftrive, 

And  vex  and  break  my  peace ; 
But  I  mall  quit  this  mortal  life, 
And  fin  for  ever  ceafe. 

CXLIV.      The  effufton  of  the  Spirit :  or,   The  fuccefs 
of  the  gofpel. 

1   r^  RE  AT  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great, 
^^  When  the  divine  difciples  met; 
Whilft  on  their  heads  the  Spirit  came, 
And  fat  like  tongues  of  cloven  flame. 
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250  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

2  What  gifts,  what  miracles  he  gave  ! 
And  pow'r  to  kill,  and  pow'r  to  fave  ! 
Furnifh'd  their  tongues  with  wondrous  words, 
Inftead  of  fhields,  and  fpears,  and  fwords. 

3  Thus  arm'd,  he  fent  the  champions  forth, 
From  Eaft  to  Weft,  from  South  to  North  j 
"  Go,  and  aflert  your  Saviour's  caufe  : 

"  Go,  fpread  the  myft'ry  of  his  crofs." 

4  Thefe  weapons  of  the  holy  war, 
Of  what  almighty  force  they  are, 
To  make  our  ftubborn  paflions  bow, 
And  lay  the  proudeft  rebel  low  ! 

5  Nations,  the  learned  and  the  rude, 
Are  by  thefe  heav'nly  arms  fubdu'd  ; 
While  Satan  rages  at  his  lofs, 

And  hates  the  doctrine  of  the  crofs. 

6  Great  King  of  grace  !  my  heart  fubdue  j 
I  would  be  led  in  triumph  too, 

A  willing  captive  to  my  Lord, 
And  fing  the  vi&'ries  of  his  word. 

CXLV.      Sight  through  a  glafs>  and  face  to  face, 

1  T  LOVE  the  windows  of  thy  grace, 

Through  which  the  Lord  is  feen, 
And  long  to  meet  my  Saviour's  face 
Without  a  glafs  between. 

2  Oh,  that  the  happy  hour  were  come, 

To  change  my  faith  to  fight ! 
I  lhall  behold  my  Lord  at  home 
In  a  diviner  light. 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  251 

3  Hafte,  my  Beloved,  and  remove 
Thefe  interpofing  days  ; 
Then  mall  my  paflions  all  be  love, 
And  all  my  pow'rs  be  praife. 

CXLVI.     The  vanity  of  creatures  .*  or,  No  reft 
on  earth, 

1  TV/TAN  has  a  foul  of  vaft  defires, 

He  burns  within  with  reftlefs  fires; 
Toft  to  and  fro,  his  paflions  fly 
From  vanity  to  vanity. 

2  In  vain  on  earth  we  hope  to  find 
Some  folid  good  to  fill  the  mind ; 
We  try  new  pleafures,  but  we  feel 
The  inward  thirft  and  torment  ftill. 

3  So  when  a  raging  fever  burns, 

We  fhift  from  fide  to  fide  by  turns : 

And  'tis  a  poor  relief  we  gain, 

To  change  the  place,  but  keep  the  pain. 

4  Great  God  !  fubdue  this  vicious  thirft, 
This  love  to  vanity  and  duft ; 

Cure  the  vile  fever  of  the  mind, 
And  feed  our  fouls  with  joys  refin'd. 

CXLVII.     The  creation  of  the  world,  Gen.  i, 

1   "  VfOW  let  a  fpacious  world  arife," 
-**      Said  the  Creator-Lord; 
At  once  th*  obedient  earth  and  Ikies 
Rofe  at  his  fov'reign  word. 


252  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

[2  Dark  was  the  deep  :  the  waters  lay 
Confus'd,  and  drown'd  the  land  ; 
He  caird  the  light  *,  the  new-born  day 
Attends  on  his  command. 

3  He  bids  the  clouds  afcend  on  high ; 

The  clouds  afcend,  and  bear 
A  wat'ry  treafure  to  the  fky, 
And  float  on  fofter  air. 

4  The  liquid  element  below 

Was  gather'd  by  his  hand  ; 
The  rolling  feas  together  flow, 
And  leave  the  folid  land. 

5  With  herbs  and  plants  (a  flow'ry  birth) 

The  naked  globe  he  crown'd, 
Ere  there  was  rain  to  blefs  the  earth, 
Or  fun  to  warm  the  ground. 

6  Then  he  adorn'd  the  upper  fkies : 

Behold  the  fun  appears, 
The  moon  and  ftars  in  order  rife 
To  mark  out  months  and  years. 

7  Out  of  the  deep  th*  Almighty  King 

Did  vital  beings  frame, 
The  painted  fowls  of  ev'ry  wing, 
And  fifti  of  ev'ry  name.] 

8  He  gave  the  lion  and  the  worm 

At  once  their  wondrous  birth, 

And  grazing  beads  of  various  form 

Rofe  from  the  teeming  earth. 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  253 

9  Adam  was  fram'd  of  equal  clay, 

Though  fov'reign  of  the  reft  ; 
Defign'd  for  nobler  ends  than  they, 
With  God's  own  image  blefs'd. 

10  Thus  glorious  in  the  Maker's  eye 

The  young  creation  flood  : 
He  faw  the  building  from  on  high 
His  word  pronounc'd  it  good. 

1 1  Lord,  while  the  frame  of  nature  ftands, 

Thy  praife  (hall  fill  my  tongue  ; 
But  the  new  world  of  grace  demands 
A  more  exalted  fong. 

CXLVIII.     God  reconciled  in  Cbrtft. 

1  "TNEAREST  of  all  the  names  above, 

My  Jefus,  and  my  God, 
Who  can  refift  thy  heav'nly  love, 
Or  trifle  with  thy  blood  ? 

2  'Tis  by  the  merits  of  thy  death 

The  Father  fmiles  again  ; 
3Tis  by  thine  interceding  breath 
The  Spirit  dwells  with  men. 

3  Till  God  in  human  flefh  I  fee, 

My  thoughts  no  comfort  find  : 
The  holy,  juft,  and  facred  Three, 
Are  terrors  to  my  mind. 

4  But  if  Immanuel's  face  appear, 

My  hope,  my  joy  begins  ; 
His  name  forbids  my  flavifh  fear, 
His  grace  removes  my  fins. 


254  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

5  While  Jews  on  their  own  law  rely, 
And  Greeks  of  wifdom  boaft, 
I  love  the  incarnate  Myftery, 
And  there  I  fix  my  truft. 

CXLIX.     Honour  to  magijirates  :  or.  Government 
from  God. 

1  INTERNAL  Sov'reign  of  the  fky, 

And  Lord  of  all  below, 
We  mortals  to  thy  majefty 
Our  firft  obedience  owe. 

2  Our  fouls  adore  thy  throne  fupreme, 

And  blefs  thy  providence, 
For  magiftrates  of  meaner  name, 
Our  glory  and  defence. 

[3  The  crowns  of  righteous  princes  mine 
With  rays  above  the  reft, 
Where  laws  and  liberties  combine 
To  make  the  nation  blefs'd.] 

4  Kingdoms  on  firm  foundations  ftand, 
While  virtue  finds  reward  ; 
And  finners  perifh  from  the  land, 
By  juftice  and  the  fword. 

3  Let  Caefar's  due  be  ever  paid  , 

To  Caefar  and  his  throne  ; 
But  confeiences  and  fouls  were  made 
To  be  the  Lord's  alone. 


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CL.      The  deceitfuinefs  of  fin. 

IN  has  a  thoufand  treach'rous  arts 
To  prac~tife  on  the  mind  ; 
"With  fiatt'ring  looks  fhe  tempts  our  hearts, 
But  leaves  a  fting  behind. 

2  "With  names  of  virtue,  fhe  deceives 

The  aged  and  the  young  ; 
And  while  the  heedlefs  wretch  believes* 
She  makes  his  fetters  ftrong. 

3  She  pleads  for  all  the  joys  fhe  brings, 

And  gives  a  fair  pretence ; 
But  cheats  the  foul  of  heav'nly  things. 
And  chains  it  down  to  fenfe. 

4  So  on  a  tree  divinely  fair 

Grew  the  forbidden  food  ; 
Our  mother  took  the  poifon  there. 
And  tainted  all  her  blood. 

CLI.      Prophecy  and  infpiration, 

1  ,r~TWAS  by  an  order  from  the  Lord, 

The  ancient  prophets  fpoke  his  word  ; 
His  Spirit  did  their  tongues  infpire, 
And  warm'd  their  hearts  with  heav'nly  fire. 

2  The  works  and  wonders  which  they  wrought, 
Confirm'd  the  mefTages  they  brought ; 

The  prophet's  pen  fucceeds  his  breath, 
To  fave  the  holy  words  from  death. 

3  Great  Gcd !  mine  eyes  with  pleafure  look 
On  the  dear  volume  of  thy  book  ; 
There  my  Redeemer's  face  I  fee, 

And  read  his  name  who  died  for  me. 


2SG  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

4  Let  the  falfe  raptures  of  the  mind, 
Be  loft  and  vanifh  in  the  wind  : 
Here  I  can  fix  my  hopes  fecure ; 
This  is  thy  word,  and  rauft  endure. 


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CLII.     Sinai  and  Sion,  Heb.  xii.  ver.  18,  &c. 

"VTOT  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord, 
The  tempeft,  fire  and  fmoke ; 
Not  to  the  thunder  of  that  word 

Which  God  on  Sinai  fpoke : 
But  we  are  come  to  Sion's  hill, 

The  city  of  our  God, 
Where  milder  words  declare  his  will, 

And  fpread  his  love  abroad. 

Behold  th'  innumerable  hoft 

Of  angels  cloth'd  in  light ! 
Behold  the  fpirits  of  the  juft, 

Whofe  faith  is  turn'd  to  fight ! 

Behold  the  blefs'd  afTembly  there, 
Whofe  names  are  writ  in  heav'n  ! 

And  God,  the  Judge  of  all,  declare^ 
Their  vileft  fins  forgiv'n. 

The  faints  on  earth,  and  all  the  dead, 

But  one  communion  make ; 
All  join  in  Chrift,  their  living  Head, 

And  of  his  grace  partake. 
In  fuch  fociety  as  this 

My  weary  foul  would  reft  : 
The  man  that  dwells  where  Jefus  is, 

Mu ft  be  for  ever  blefs'd. 


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CLIII.      The  dlftempery  fo!ly>  and  madnefs  of  fin. 

1  ClN,  like  a  venomous  difeafe, 
^  Infe£ts  our  vital  blood  ; 

The  only  balm  is  fov'reign  grace, 
And  the  phyfician,  God. 

2  Our  beauty  and  our  ftrength  are  fled, 

And  we  draw  near  to  death ; 
But  Chrift,  the  Lord,  recals  the  dead 
With  his  almighty  breath. 

3  Madnefs  by  nature  reigns  within, 

The  paffions  burn  and  rage  ; 
Till  God's  own  Son  with  fkill  divine 
The  inward  fire  aiTuage. 

[4?  We  lick  the  dun:,  we  grafp  the  wind, 
And  folid  good  defpife  : 
Such  is  the  folly  of  the  mind, 
Till  Jefus  makes  us  wife. 

5  We  give  our  fouls  the  wounds  they  feel, 
We  drink  the  pois'nous  gall, 
And  rufh  with  fury  down  to  hell ; 
But  heav'n  prevents  the  fall.] 

[6  The  man  poflefs'd  among  the  tombs, 
Cuts  his  own  nefh  and  cries : 
He  foams  and  raves  till  Jefus  comes, 
And  the  foul  feint  flies.] 
Kk 


258  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

CLIV.     Self-righteoufnefs  infujjicient. 

1  K  ^W**ERE  are  the  mourners,  *  faith  the  Lord, 
That  wait  and  tremble  at  my  word  ? 
"  That  walk  in  darknefs  all  the  day  ? 
"  Come,  make  my  name  your  truft  and  flay. 

[2  «  No  works,  nor  duties  of  your  own 
«  Can  for  the  fmalleft  fin  atone ; 
«  f  The  robes  that  nature  may  provide, 
"  Will  not  your  leaft  pollutions  hide. 

3  «  The  fofteft  couch  that  nature  knows, 
"  Can  give  the  confcience  no  repofe : 
"  Look  to  my  righteoufnefs,  and  live ; 
"  Comfort  and  peace  are  mine  to  give.] 

4  «  Ye  fons  of  pride,  that  kindle  coals 

«  With  your  own  hands,  to  warm  your  fouls, 
"  Walk  in  the  light  of  your  own  fire, 
«  Enjoy  the  fparks  that  ye  defire : 

5  "  This  is  your  portion  at  my  hands  ; 

"  Hell  waits  you  with  her  iron  bands ; 
«  Ye  fhall  lie  down  in  forrow  there, 
"  In  death,  in  darknefs,  and  defpair." 

CLV.      Chrijl  our  paffbver. 

1   T  O,  the  deftroying  angel  flies 
•^  To  Pharaoh's  flubborn  land  ! 
The  pride  and  flower  of  Egypt  dies 
By  his  vindictive  hand. 

*  Ifa.  1.  io,  II.  f  Ifa.  xxviii.  2C. 


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2  He  pafs'd  the  tents  of  Jacob  o'er, 

Nor  pour'd  the  wrath  divine ; 

He  faw  the  blood  on  ev'ry  door, 

And  blefs'd  the  peaceful  fign. 

3  Thus  the  appointed.  Lamb  muft  bleed, 

To  break  the  Egyptian  yoke ; 

Thus  Ifra'l  is  from  bondage  freed, 

And  'fcapes  the  angel's  ftroke. 

41  Lord,  if  my  heart  were  fprinkled  too 
With  blood  fo  rich  as  thine, 
Juftice  no  longer  would  purfue 
This  guilty  foul  of  mine. 

5  Jefus  our  paflbyer  was  (lain, 
And  has  at  once  procur'd 
Freedom  from  Satan's  heavy  chain, 
And  God's  avenging  fword. 

CLVI.     Prefumption  and  defpair  :  or,  Satan's 
various  temptations. 

1  T  HATE  the  tempter  and  his  charms, 

I  hate  his  flatt'ring  breath ; 
The  ferpent  takes  a  thoufand  forms, 
To  cheat  our  fouls  to  death. 

2  He  feeds  our  hopes  with  airy  dreams, 

Or  kills  with  flavifh  fear  5 
And  holds  us  ftill  in  wide  extremes, 
Prefumption  or  defpair. 

3  Now  he  perfuades,  "  how  eafy  'tis 

"  To  walk  the  road  to  heav'n : 
«  Anon  he  fwells  our  fins,  and  cries, 
"  They  cannot  be  forgiv'n." 


260  HYMNS  AND  13.  II. 

[4-  He  bids  young  finners,  "  yet  forbear 
"  To  think  of  God  or  death  ; 
"  For  prayer  and  devotion  are 
"  But  melancholy  breath." 

5  He  tells  the  aged,  they  muft  die, 

"  And  'tis  too  late  to  pray  ; 
"  In  vain  for  mercy  now  they  cry, 
"  For  they  have  loft  their  day."] 

6  Thus  he  fupports  his  cruel  throne 

By  mifchief  and  deceit, 
And  drags  the  fons  of  Adam  down 
To  darknefs  and  the  pit. 

7  Almighty  God,  cut  fhort  his  pow'r, 

Let  him  in  darknefs  dwell ; 
And,  that  he  vex  the  earth  no  more, 
Confine  him  down  to  hell. 


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CLVII.      The  fame. 

MOW  Satan  comes  with  dreadful  roar, 

And  threatens  to  deftroy  ; 
He  worries  whom  he  can't  devour 

With  a  malicious  joy. 
Ye  fons  of  God,  oppofe  his  rage, 

Refift,  and  he'll  begone  ; 
Thus  did  our  dearefl:  Lord  engage, 

And  vanquifh'd  him  alone. 

Now  he  appears  almoft  divine, 

Like  innocence  and  love  ; 
But  the  old  ferpent  lurks  within, 

When  he  affumes  the  dove. 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  261 

4*  Fly  from  the  falfe  deceiver's  tongue, 
Ye  fons  of  Adam,  fly  ; 
Our  parents  found  the  fnare  too  ftrong, 
Nor  mould  the  children  try. 

CLVIII.     Few  faved ;   or,   The  almoft  Chrifiian^ 
the  hypocrite,  and  apojlate. 

1  T2ROAD  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 

And  thoufands  walk  together  there  j 
But  wifdom  fhews  a  narrower  path, 
With  here  and  there  a  traveller. 

2  "  Deny  thyfelf,  and  take  thy  crofs," 
Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command  ! 
Nature  muft  count  her  gold  but  drofs, 
If  fhe  would  gain  this  heav'nlyland. 

3  The  fearful  foul  that  tires  and  faints, 
And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more. 
Is  but  efteem'd  almoft  a  faint, 

And  makes  his  own  deftruction  fure. 

&  Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain ; 
Create  my  heart  entirely  new ; 
Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain ; 
Which  falfe  apoitates  never  knew. 

CLIX.     An  unconverted ftaie  ;   or,   Converting 
grace, 

[1   (~1REAT  King  of  glory  and  of  grace  ! 
We  own,  with  humble  fhame, 
How  vile  is  our  degen'rate  race, 
And  our  firft  father's  name.] 


262  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

2  From  Adam  flows  our  tainted  blood. 
The  poifon  reigns  within  ; 
Makes  us  averfe  to  all  that's  good, 
And  willing  flaves  to  fin. 

[3  Daily  we  break  thy  holy  laws, 
And  then  reject  thy  grace  j 
Engag'd  in  the  old  ferpent's  eaufe, 
Againft  our  Maker's  face.] 

4-  We  live  eftrang'd  afar  from  God, 
And  love  the  diftance  well ; 
With  hafte  we  run  the  dang'rous  road 
That  leads  to  death  and  hell. 

5  And  can  fuch  rebels  be  reftor'd ! 

Such  natures  made  divine  ! 
Let  finners  fee  thy  glory,  Lord, 
And  feel  this  pow'r  of  thine. 

6  We  raife  our  Father's  name  on  high, 

Who  his  own  Spirit  fends, 
To  bring  rebellious  Itrangers  nigh, 
And  turn  his  foes  to  friends. 

CLX.      Cujiom  in  Jin, 

1  T   ET  the  wild  leopards  of  the  wood 
■*-*  Put  off  the  fpots  that  nature  gives  ! 
Then  may  the  wicked  turn  to  God, 
And  change  their  tempers  and  their  lives. 

2  As  well  might  Ethiopian  flaves 
Wafh  out  the  darknefs  of  their  (kin  : 
The  dead  as  well  may  leave  their  graves, 
As  old  tranfgreflbrs  ceafe  to  fin. 


B.  n.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  2C< 

3  Where  vice  has  held  its  empire  long, 
'Twill  not  endure  the  leaft  control : 
Nonebut  a  pow'r  divinely  ftrong 
Can  Urn  the  current  of  the  foul. 

4  Grea:  God  !  I  own  thy  pow'r  divine, 
That  works  to  change  this  heart  of  mine  ; 
I  woud  be  form'd  anew,  and  blefs 

The  wmders  of  creating  grace. 

CLXI.    Chriflian  virtue! ;    or,   The  difficult? 
of  cofFverfion. 

1  CTRAP  is  the  way,  the  door  is  ftrait, 

T/iat  lads  to  joys  on  high  ; 
'Tis  hit  a  *ew  that  find  the  gate, 
Wiile  cowds  miftake  and  die. 

2  Belotd  feF  mull  be  deny'd, 

Tb  mind  and  will  renew'd, 
Paflin  fupprefs'd,  and  patience  try'd, 
Ai  vain  defires  fubdu'd. 

[3  Fief  is  a  dang'rous  foe  to  grace, 
W*re  it  prevails  and  rules  ; 
Flefhiuft  be  humbled,  pride  abas'd, 
Lethey  deftroy  our  fouls. 

4?  The  le  of  gold  be  baniuYd  hence, 
(Tt  vile  idolatry) 
And  try  member,  ev'ry  fenfe, 
In  leet  fubje&ion  lie. 
5  The  t^ue,  that  moil  unruly  pow,r, 
Re|res  a  ftrong  reftraint ; 
We  nj:  be  watchful  ev'ry  hour, 
Aniray,  but  never  faint.] 


264  HYMNS  AND  B,  II. 

6  Lord  !  can  a  feeble  helplefs  worm 
Fulfil  a  tafc  fo  hard  ! 
Thy  grace  muft  all  my  work  perform, 
And  give  the  free  reward. 

CLXII.     Meditation  of  heaven ;  or,  The  joys  of 
Faith. 

1  TV/fY  thoughts  furmount  thefe  lower  fies, 

And  look  within  the  vail ; 
There  fprings  of  endlefs  pleafure  rife 
The  waters  never  fail. 

2  There  I  behold,  with  fweet  delight, 

The  blefied  Three  in  One ; 
And  ftrong  affections  fix  my  fight 
On  God's  incarnate  Son. 

3  His  promife  (lands  for  ever  firm  j 

His  grace  (hall  ne'er  depart ; 
He  binds  my  name  upon  his  arm, 
And  feals  it  on  his  heart. 

4  Light  are  the  pains  that  nature  brings 

How  fhort  our  forrows  are, 
When  a'ith  eternal,  future  things, 
The  prefent  we  compare  ! 

5  I  would  not  be  a  flranger  (till 

To  that  celeftial  place, 
Where  I  for  ever  hope  to  dwell, 
Near  mv  Redeemer's  face. 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  265 

CLXIII.      Complaint  of  defertion  and  temptation. 

1   F\EAR  Lord  !  behold  our  fore  diftrefs, 
Our  fins  attempt  to  reign  *, 
Stretch  out  thine  arm  of  conqu'ring  grace, 
And  let  thy  foes  be  flain. 

[2  The  lion  with  his  dreadful  roar, 
Affrights  thy  feeble  fheep  : 
Reveal  the  glory  of  thy  pow'r, 
And  chain  him  to  the  deep.j 

3  Muft  we  indulge  a  long  defpair ; 

Shall  our  petitions  die  ? 
Our  mournings  never  reach  thine  ear  *, 
Nor  tears  affecl:  thine  eye  ? 

4  If  thou  defpife  a  mortal  groan, 

Yet  hear  a  Saviour's  blood  : 
An  Advocate  fo  near  the  throne 
Pleads  and  prevails  with  God. 

5  He  brought  the  Spirit's  pow'rful  fword, 

To  flay  our  deadly  foes  : 
Our  fins  fhall  die  beneath  thy  word, 
And  hell  in  vain  oppofe. 

6  How  boundlefs  is  our  Father's  grace, 

In  height,  and  depth,  and  length  ! 
He  made  his  Son  our  righteoufnefs, 
His  Spirit  is  our  ftrength. 
LI 


266  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

CLXIV.      The  end  of  the  world. 

1  TyilY  fhould  this  earth  delight  us  fo  ? 

Why  fhould  we  fix  our  eyes 
On  thefe  low  grounds,  where  forrows  grow, 
And  ev'ry  pleafure  dies  ? 

2  While  time  his  fharpefl  teeth  prepares 

Our  comforts  to  devour, 
There  is  a  land  above  the  ftars, 
And  joys  above  his  pow'r. 

3  Nature  fhall  be  diflblv'd  and  die, 

The  fun  mull  end  his  race, 
The  earth  and  fea  for  ever  fly 
Before  my  Saviour's  face. 

4  When  will  that  glorious  morning  rife, 

When  the  laft  trumpet's  found, 
Shall  call  the  nations  to  the  fkies, 
From  underneath  the  ground  ? 

CLXV.      Unfruitfulnefs,  ignorance,  and  unfanclified 
ajfeElions. 

1  T  ONG  have  I  fat  beneath  the  found 
*-J  Of  thy  falvation,  Lord ; 

But  ftill  how  weak  my  faith  is  found, 
And  knowledge  of  thy  word  ! 

2  Oft  I  frequent  thy  holy  place, 

And  hear  almofl  in  vain  ; 
How  fmall  a  portion  of  thy  grace 
My  mem'ry  can  retain ! 


B.  n.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  26' 

[3  My  dear  Almighty,  and  my  God, 
How  little  art  thou  known 
By  all  the  judgments  of  thy  rod, 
And  bleffings  of  thy  throne  !] 
[4  How  cold  and  feeble  is  my  love  ! 
How  negligent  my  fear  ! 
How  low  my  hope  of  joys  above ! 
How  few  affections  there  !] 
5  Great  God  !  thy  fov'reign  pow'r  impart 
To  give  thy  word  fuccefs : 
Write  thy  falvation  in  my  heart, 
And  make  me  learn  thy  grace. 
£6  Shew  my  forgetful  feet  the  way 
That  leads  to  joys  on  high  -, 
There  knowledge  grows  without  decay,    . 
And  love  mall  never  die.] 

CLXVI.      The  divine  perfeclions. 

1   TJOW  (hall  I  praife  th'  eternal  God, 
A       That  infinite  Unknown  ? 
Who  can  afcend  his  high  abode, 
Or  venture  near  his  throne  ? 

[2  The  great  Invifible  !  He  dwells 
Conceal'd  in  dazzling  light ; 
But  his  all-fearching  eye  reveals 
The  fecrets  of  the  night. 

3  Thofe  watchful  eyes  that  never  fleep, 
Survey  the  world  around  ; 
His  wifdom  is  a  boundlefs  deep, 

Where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd.j 


268  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

[4  Speak  we  of  ftrength  ?  His  arm  is  ftrong, 
To  fave  or  to  deftroy  ; 
Infinite  years  his  life  prolong, 

And  endlefs  is  his  joy.]  4 

[5  He  knows  no  fhadow  of  a  change, 
Nor  alters  his  decrees  ; 
Firm  as  a  rock  his  truth  remains, 
To  guard  his  promifes.] 
[6  Sinners  before  his  prefence  die  : 
How  holy  is  his  name  ! 
His  anger  and  his  jealoufy 
Burn  like  devouring  flame.] 

7  Juftice  upon  a  dreadful  throne 

Maintains  the  rights  of  God, 
"While  mercy  fends  her  pardons  down, 
Bought  with  a  Saviour's  blood. 

8  Now  to  my  foul,  immortal  King  ! 

Speak  fome  forgiving  word  $ 
Then  'twill  be  double  joy  to  fing 
The  glories  of  my  Lord. 

CLXVII.      The  divine  perfeclions. 

1   O  REAT  God  !  thy  glories  fhall  employ 
^^  My  holy  fear,  my  humble  joy ; 
My  lips,  in  fongs  of  honour  bring 
Their  tribute  to  th'  eternal  King. 

[2  Earth  and  the  liars,  and  worlds  unknown, 
Depend  precarious  on  his  throne  : 
All  nature  hangs  upon  his  word, 
And  grace  and  glory  own  the  Lord.] 


B.  IL  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  269 

[3  His  fov'reign  pow'r,  what  mortal  knows  ! 
If  he  commands,  who  dare  eppofe  ? 
With  ftrength  he  girds  himfelf  around, 
And  treads  the  rebels  to  the  ground.] 

[4  Who  (hall  pretend  to  teach  him  fkill, 
Or  guide  the  counfels  of  his  will  ? 
His  wifdom,  like  a  fea  divine, 
Flows  deep  and  high  beyond  our  line.] 

T5  His  name  is  holy,  and  his  eye 
Burns  with  immortal  jealoufy  ; 
He  hates  the  fons  of  pride,  and  fheds 
His  fiery  vengeance  on  their  heads.] 

[6  The  beamings  of  his  piercing  fight 
Bring  dark  hypocrify  to  light ; 
Death  and  deftrutliion  naked  lie, 
And  hell  uncover'd  to  his  eye.] 

[7  Th'  eternal  law  before  him  ftands  •, 
His  juftice  with  impartial  hands 
Divides  to  all  their  due  reward, 
Or  by  the  fceptre,  or  the  fword.] 

[8  His  mercy,  like  a  boundlefs  fea, 
Wafhes  our  load  of  guilt  away  ; 
While  his  own  Son  came  down  and  dy'd 
T*  engage  his  juftice  on  our  fide  !] 

[9  Each  of  his  words  demands  my  faith ; 
My  foul  can  reft  on  all  he  faith ; 
His  truth  inviolably  keeps 
The  largeft  promife  of  his  lips.] 


270  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

10  Oh,  tell  me  with  a  gentle  voice, 
"  Thou  art  my  God,"  and  I'll  rejoice  ! 
Fill'd  with  thy  love,  I  dare  proclaim 
The  brighter!  honours  of  thy  name. 

CLXVIII.      The  fame. 

1  TEHOVAH  reigns,  his  throne  is  high, 
J    His  robes  are  light  and  majefty  ! 
His  glory  mines  with  beams  fo  bright, 
No  mortal  can  fuftain  the  fight. 

2  His  terrors  keep  the  world  in  awe  ; 
His  juftice  guards  his  holy  law  j 
His  love  reveals  a  fmiling  face, 

His  truth  and  promife  feal  the  grace. 

3  Through  all  his  works  his  wifdom  fhines, 
And  baffles  Satan's  deep  defigns  j 

His  pow'r  is  fov'reign  to  fulfil 
The  noblefl  counfels  of  his  will. 

4  And  will  this  glorious  Lord  defcend 
To  be  my  Father  and  my  Friend  ? 
Then  let  my  fongs  with  angels  join  ; 
Heav'n  is  fecure,  if  God  be  mine. 

CLXIX.     The  fame  ;  as  the  cxlviiith  Pfalm. 

1   T^HE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns  ;  ' 
His  throne  is  built  on  high  j 
The  garments  he  afTumes 
Are  light  and  majefty  ; 
His  glories  fhine 
With  beams  fo  bright, 
No  mortal  eye 
Can  bear  the  fight. 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  271 

2  The  thunders  of  his  hand 
Keep  the  wide  world  in  awe  : 
His  wrath  and  juftice  ftand 
To  guard  his  holy  law  ; 

And  where  his  love 
Refolves  to  blefs, 
His  truth  confirms 
And  feals  the  grace. 

3  Through  all  his  ancient  works 
Surprising  wifdom  mines, 
Confounds  the  pow'rs  of  hell, 
And  breaks  their  curs'd  defigns  ; 

Strong  is  his  arm, 
And  fliall  fulfil 
His  great  decrees, 
His  fov'reign  will. 

4  And  can  this  mighty  King 
Of  glory  condefcend  ? 
And  will  he  write  his  name, 

«  My  Father  and  my  Friend  ?" 
I  love  his  name  ; 
I  love  his  word  ; 
Join  all  my  pow'rs, 
And  praife  the  Lord. 

CLXX.      God  tncomprehenfible  and  fovereign, 

[1   f^  AN  creatures  to  perfection  *  find 
■       Th'  eternal,  uncreated  mind  ? 
Or  can  the  largeft  ftretch  of  thought 
Meafure  and  fearch  his1  nature  out  ? 

*  Job  xi.  7,  &c 


272  HYMNS  AND  B.  IL 

2  'Tis  high  as  heav'n,  'tis  deep  as  hell ; 
And  what  can  mortals  know  or  tell  ? 
His  glory  fpreads  beyond  the  fky, 
And  all  the  mining  worlds  on  high. 

3  But  man,  vain  man,  would  fain  be  wife  5 
Born  like  a  wild  young  colt,  he  flies 
Through  all  the  follies  of  his  mind, 
And  fmells  and  fnuffs  the  empty  wind.l 

4  God  is  a  King  of  pow'r  unknown, 
Firm  are  the  orders  of  his  throne  ; 
If  he  refolve,  who  dare  oppofe, 
Or  afk  him  why  or  what  he  does  ? 

5  He  wounds  the  heart,  3nd  he  makes  whole ', 
He  calms  the  tempeft  of  the  foul : 

When  he  fhuts  up  in  long  defpair, 
Who  can  remove  the  heavy  bar  ? 

6  *  He  frowns,  and  darknefs  vails  the  moon  -y 
The  fainting  fun  grows  dim  at  noon  j 

f  The  pillars  of  heav'n's  ftarry  roof 
Tremble  and  flart  at  his  reproof. 

7  He  gave  the  vaulted  heav'n  its  form, 
The  crooked  ferpent  and  the  worm  ; 
He  breaks  the  billows  with  his  breath, 
And  fmites  the  fons  of  pride  to  death. 

8  Thefe  are  a  portion  of  his  ways  ; 
But  who  fhall  dare  defcribe  his  face  ? 
Who  can  endure  his  light,  or  ftand 
To  hear  the  thunders  of  his  hand  ? 

*  Job  xxv.  5.  f  Job  xx vi.  11,  &e* 

END  OF  THE  SECOND  BOOK. 


HYMNS 


AND 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 


BOOK    III. 


Prepared  for  the  holy  Ordinance  of  the 
Lord's  Supper. 


I.     The  Lord's /upper  inft'ituted>  1  Cor.  xi.  23,  &c. 

1  "T^WAS  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night, 

When  pow'rs  of  earth  and  hell  arofe 
Againft  the  Son  of  God's  delight, 
And  friends  betray'd  him  to  his  foes : 

2  Before  the  mournful  fcene  began, 

He  took  the  bread,  and  blefs'd  and  brake  ; 
What  love  through  all  his  actions  ran  ! 
What  wondrous  words  of  grace  he  fpake ! 

3  "  This  is  my  body,  broke  for  fin, 

"  Receive  and  eat  the  living  food  *," 
Then  took  the  cup  and  blefs'd  the  wine ; 
"  'Tis  the  new  cov'nant  in  my  blood." 
Mm 


274  HYMNS  AND  B.  III. 

[4  For  us  his  flefh  with  nails  was  torn, 
He  bore  the  fcourge,  he  felt  the  thorn  ; 
And  juftice  pour'd  upon  his  head 
Its  heavy  vengeance  in  our  (lead. 

5  For  us  his  vital  blood  was  fpilt, 
To  buy  the  pardon  of  our  guilt ; 
When,  for  black  crimes  of  biggeft  fizer 
He  gave  his  foul  a  facrifice.] 

6  "  Do  this,"  he  cried,  "  till  time  mall  end,. 
"  In  mem'ry  of  your  dying  Friend  : 

«  Meet  at  my  table  and  record 
«  The  love  of  your  departed  Lord. 

[7  jefus,  thy  feaft  we  celebrate, 

We  ihew  thy  death,  we  fing  thy  name, 
Till  thou  return,  and  we  fhall  eat 
The  marriage  fupper  of  the  Lamb.] 

II.      Communion  with  Chrifl  and  with  faint s$ 
1  Cor-x.  16,   17. 

[1    JESUS  invites  his  faints 

J    To  meet  around  his  board  ; 
Here  pardon'd  rebels  fit,  and  hold 
Communion  with  their  Lord. 

2  For  food  he  gives  his  flefh  ; 
He  bids  us  drink  his  blood ; 

Amazing  favour  I  matchlefs  grace 
Of  our  defcending  God  !] 

3  This  holy  bread  and  wine 
Maintains  our  fainting  breath, 

By  union  with  our  living  Lord, 
And  int'reft  in  his  death. 


B.  III.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  215 

4  Our  heav'nly  Father  calls 
Chrift  and  his  members  one  ; 

We  the  young  children  of  his  love, 
And  he  the  firft-born  Son. 

5  We  are  but  fev'ral  parts 
Of  the  fame  broken  bread  : 

One  body  hath  its  fev'ral  limbs, 
But  Jefus  is  the  head. 

6  Let  all  our  pow'rs  be  join'd 
His  glorious  name  to  raife : 

Pleafure  and  love  fill  ev'ry  mind, 
And  ev'ry  voice  be  praife. 

III.      The  new  tejiament  in  the  blood  of  Chrljt : 
or,  The  new  covenant  fealed. 

1  "  T^HE  promife  of  my  Father's  love 

"  Shall  (land  for  ever  good  :'r 
He  faid,  and  gave  his  foul  to  death, 
And  feal'd  the  grace  with  blood. 

2  To  this  dear  cov'nant  of  thy  word, 

I  fet  my  worthlefs  name  ; 
I  feal  th'  engagement  to  my  Lord, 
And  make  my  humble  claim. 

3  The  light,  and  ftrength,  and  pard'ning  grace, 

And  glory  mall  be  mine  : 
My  life  and  foul,  my  heart  and  flefh, 
And  all  my  pow'rs  are  thine. 

4  I  call  that  legacy  my  own, 

Which  Jefus  did  bequeath : 
'Twas  purcbas'd  with  a  dying  groan, 
And  ratify'd  in  death. 


276  HYMNS  AND  B.  III. 

5  Sweet  is  the  mem'ry  of  his  name, 
Who  blefs'd  us  in  his  will, 
And  to  his  teftament  of  love 
Made  his  own  life  the  feal. 

IV.      Chri/Fs  dying  love ;  or,   Our  pardon  bought  at 
a  dear  price. 

1   T-TOW  condefcending  and  how  kind, 
XL  Was  God's  eternal  Son  ! 
Our  mis'ry  reach'd  his  heav'nly  mind, 
And  pity  brought  him  down. 
[2  When  juftice,  by  our  fins  provok'd, 
Drew  forth  its  dreadful  fword, 
He  gave  his  foul  up  to  the  ftroke, 
Without  a  murm'ring  word. 

3  He  funk  beneath  thefe  heavy  woes, 

To  raife  us  to  his  throne  •, 
There's  ne'er  a  gift  his  hand  beflows, 
But  coft  his  heart  a  groan.] 

4  This  was  companion  like  a  God, 

That  when  the  Saviour  knew 
The  price  of  pardon  was  his  blood, 
His  pity  ne'er  withdrew. 

5  Now  though  he  reigns  exalted  high, 

His  love  is  ftill  as  great  j 

Well  he  remembers  Calvary, 

Nor  let  his  faints  forget. 

[6  Here  we  behold  his  bowels  roll, 
As  kind  as  when  he  dy'd, 
And  fee  the  forrows  of  his  foul 
QBleed  through  his  wounded  fide.] 


B.  m.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  27T 

[7  Here  we  receive  repeated  feals 
Of  Jefus'  dying  love  : 
Hard  is  the  wretch  that  never  feels 
One  foft  affection  move.] 

S  Here  let  our  hearts  begin  to  melt* 
While  we  his  death  record, 
And,  with  our  joy  for  pardon'd  guilt, 
Mourn  that  we  pierc'd  the  Lord. 

V.     Chrijl  the  bread  of  life,  John  vi.  31,  35,  39. 

1   T  ET  us  adore  th'  Eternal  Word, 
'Tis  he  our  fouls  hath  fed ; 
Thou  art  our  living  ftream,  O  Lord, 
And  thou  th'  immortal  bread. 

[2  The  manna  came  from  lower  Ikies, 
But  Jefus  from  above, 
Where  the  frefh  fprings  of  pleafure  rife, 
And  rivers  flow  with  love. 

3  The  Jews,  the  fathers,  dy'd  at  laft, 

Who  ate  that  heav'nly  bread  ; 
But  thefe  provifions  which  we  tafte, 
Can  raife  us  from  the  dead.] 

4  Blefs'd  be  the  Lord,  that  gives  his  flefh 

To  nourifh  dying  men ; 
And  often  fpreads  his  table  frefh, 
Left  we  fhould  faint  again. 

5  Our  fouls  fhall  draw  their  heav'nly  breath, 

While  Jefus  finds  fupplies  ; 
Nor  fhall  our  graces  fink  to  death. 
For  Jefus  never  dies. 


273  HYMNS  AND  B.  III. 

[6  Daily  our  mortal  flefh  decays, 

But  Chrift,  our  life,  {hall  come : 
His  unrefifted  pow'r  fhall  raife 
Our  bodies  from  the  tomb.] 

VI.     The  memorial  of  our  abfent  Lordj  John  xvi.  16. 
Luke  xxii.  19.  John  xiv.  3. 

1  TESUS  is  gone  above  the  fkies, 

J   Where  our  weak  fenfes  reach  him  not : 

And  carnal  objects  court  our  eyes, 

To  thruft  our  Saviour  from  our  thought. 

2  He  knows  what*  wand'ring  hearts  we  have, 
Apt  to  forget  his  lovely  face  ; 

And,  to  refrefh  our  minds,  he  gave 
Thefe  kind  memorials  of  his  grace. 

S  The  Lord  of  life  this  table  fpread 
With  his  own  flefh  and  dying  blood  ; 
We  on  the  rich  provifion  feed, 
And  tafte  the  wine,  and  blefs  the  God. 

4  Let  finful  fweets  be  all  forgot, 
And  earth  grow  lefs  in  our  efteem ; 
Chrift  and  his  love  fill  ev'ry  thought, 
And  faith  and  hope  be  fix'd  on  him. 

5  While  he  is  abfent  from  our  fight, 
'Tis  to  prepare  our  fouls  a  place, 
That  we  may  dwell  in  heav'nly  light, 
And  live  for  ever  near  his  face. 

£6  Our  eyes  look  upwards  to  the  hills, 
Whence  our  returning  Lord  fhall  come ; 
We  wait  thy  chariot's  awful  wheels, 
To  fetch  our  longing  fpirits  home.] 


B.  III.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  279 

VII.   Crucifixion  to  the  world  by  the  crofs  of  Chri/ly 
Gal.  vi.   14. 

1  "\X7HEN  I  furvey  the  wondrous  crofs. 

On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  dy'd, 
My  richeft  gain  I  count  but  lofs, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  fhould  boaft, 
Save  in  the  death  of  Chrift  my  God  ; 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  moll, 
I  facrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3  See  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feetr 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  ! 
Did  e'er  fuch  love  and  forrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compofe  fo  rich  a  crown  ? 

[4  His  dying  crimfon,  like  a  robe^ 
Spreads  o'er  his  body  on  the  tree  ; 
Then  am  I  dead  to  all  the  globe, 
And  all  the  globe  is  dead  to  me.3 

5  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine5 
That  were  a  prefent  far  too  fmall : 
Love  fo  amazing,  fo  divine  ; 
Demands  my  foul,  my  life,  my  all. 

VIII.  The  tree  of  life. 

[1   POME,  let  us  join  a  joyful  tune 
To  our  exalted  Lord, 
Ye  faints  on  high  around  his  throne? 
And  we  around  his  board. 


280  HYMNS  AND  B.  III. 

2  While  once  upon  this  lower  ground, 

Weaiy  and  faint  ye  flood, 
What  dear  refrefhments  here  ye  found, 
From  this  immortal  food  !] 

3  The  tree  of  life,  that  near  the  throne, 

In  heav'n's  high  garden  grows 
Laden  with  grace,  bends  gently  down 
Its  ever-fmiling  boughs. 

4  Hov'ring  amongfl  the  leaves,  there  (lands 

The  fweet  celeftial  Dove, 
And  Jefus  on  the  branches  hangs 
The  banner  of  his  love.] 

5  'Tis  a  young  heav'n  of  flrange  delight, 

While  in  his  fhade  we  fit  j 
His  fruit  is  pleafant  to  the  fight, 
And  to  the  taile  as  fweet. 

6  New  life  it  fpreads  through  dying  hearts, 

And  cheers  the  drooping  mind ; 
Vigour  and  joy  the  juice  imparts, 
Without  a  fling  behind. 

7  Now  let  the  flaming  weapon  fland 

And  guard  all  Eden's  trees  : 
There's  ne'er  a  plant  in  all  that  land 
That  bears  fuch  fruit  as  thefe. 

8  Infinite  grace  our  fouls  adore, 

Whofe  wondrous  hand  has  made 
This  living  branch  of  fov'reign  pow'r 
To  raife  and  heal  the  dead. 


B.  Iff.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  281 

IX.  The  Spirit,  the  water,  and  the  blood,  1  John  v.  6. 

1  1"  ET  all  our  tongues  be  one, 
"L-J  To  praife  our  God  on  high, 

Who  from  his  bofom  fent  his  Son, 
To  fetch  us  ftrangers  nigh. 

2  Nor  let  our  voices  ceafe 

To  fing  the  Saviour's  name  ; 
Jefus,  th'  ambaffador  of  peace, 
How  cheerfully  he  came  ! 

3  It  coft  him  cries  and  tears, 
To  bring  us  near  to  God ; 

Great  was  our  debt,  and  he  appears 
To  make  the  payment  good. 

£4  My  Saviour's  pierced  fide 
Pour'd  out  a  double  flood  ; 
By  water  we  are  purify'd, 

And  pardon'd  by  the  blood 

5  Infinite  was  our  guilt, 
But  he,  our  Prieft,  atones  ; 

On  the  cold  ground  his  life  was  fpilt, 
-And  offer' d  with  his  groans.] 

6  Look  up,  my  foul,  to  him 
Whofe  death  was  thy  defert, 

And  humbly  view  the  living  ftream 
Flow  from  his  breaking  heart. 

7  There  on  the  curfed  tree, 
In  dying  pangs  he  lies, 

Fulfils  his  Father's  great  dec  "ee, 
And  all  our  wants  fupplies. 

Nn 


282  HYMNS  AND  B.  III. 

8  Thus  the  Redeemer  came, 
By  water  and  by  blood ; 

And  when  the  Spirit  fpeaks  the  fame, 
We  feel  his  witnefs  good. 

9  While  the  eternal  Three 
Bear  their  record  above, 

Here  I  believe  he  dy'd  for  me, 
And  feal  my  Saviour's  love. 

[10  Lord,  cleanfe  my  foul  from  fin, 
Nor  let  thy  grace  depart ; 
Great  Comforter !  abide  within, 
And  witnefs  to  my  heart.] 

X.   Chrifl  crucified,  the  ivifdom  and  power  of  God. 

1  "VTATURE  with  open  volume  Hands, 

•^      To  fpread  her  Maker's  praife  abroad  •, 
And  ev'ry  labour  of  his  hands 
Shews  fomething  worthy  of  a  God, 

2  But  in  the  grace  that  refcuM  man, 
His  brighteft  form  of  glory  fhines  ; 
Here,  on  the  crofs,  'tis  faireft  drawn 
In  precious  blood,  and  crimfon  lines. 

[3  Here  his  whole  name  appears  complete 
Nor  wit  can  guefs,  nor  reafon  prove, 
Which  of  the  letters  beft  is  writ, 
The  pow'r,  the  wifdom,  or  the  love.] 

4  Here  I  behold  his  inmoft  heart, 

Where  grace  and  vengeance  flrangely  join, 
Piercing  his  Son  with  {harped  fmart, 
To  make  the  purchas'd  pleafures  mine. 


B.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  283 

5  O  !  the  fweet  wonders  of  that  crofs, 
Where  God  the  Saviour  lov'd  and  dy'd  ! 
Her  nobleft  life  my  fpirit  draws 

From  his  dear  wounds  and  bleeding  fide. 

6  I  would  for  ever  fpeak  his  name, 
In  founds  to  mortal  ears  unknown  ; 
With  angels  join  to  praife  the  Lamb, 
And  worfhip  at  his  Father's  throne. 

XL  Pardon  brought  to  ourfenfes. 

1  II"   ORD,  how  divine  thy  comforts  are  \ 

How  heav'nly  is  the  place 
Where  Jefus  fpreads  the  facred  feaii 
Of  his  redeeming  grace  ! 

2  There  the  rich  bounties  of  our  God, 

And  fweeteft  glories  mine  *, 
There  Jefus  fays,  that  "  I  am  his, 
«  And  my  Beloved's  mine. 

3  "  Here,"  (fays  the  kind  redeeming  Lord, 

And  fhews  his  wounded  fide) 
"  See  here  the  fpring  of  all  your  joys, 
"  That  open'd  when  I  dy'd  ! 

[4  He  fmiles  and  cheers  my  mournful  heart, 
And  tells  of  all  his  pain  : 
"  All  this,"  fays  he,  «  I  bore  for  thee ;"     - 
And  then  he  fmiles  again.] 

5  What  (hall  we  pay  our  heav'nly  king 
For  grace  fo  vaft  as  this  ? 
He  brings  our  pardon  to  our  eyes, 
And  feals  it  with  a  kifs. 


284  HYMNS  AND  -     B.  II, 

[6  Let  fuch  amazing  loves  as  thefe 
Be  founded  all  abroad  ; 
Such  favours  are  beyond  degrees, 
And  worthy  of  a  God.] 

[7  To  him  that  wafh'd  us  in  his  blood 
Be  everlafting  praife, 
Salvation,  honour,  glory,  power, 
Eternal  as  his  days.] 

XII.  The  gofpel-feqfi,  Luke  xiv.  16,  &c. 

[1   TTOW  rich  are  thy  provifions,  Lord  ! 
Thy  table  furnifh'd  from  above  ; 
The  fruits  of  life  o'erfpread  the  board, 
The  cup  o'erflows  with  heavily  love. 

2  Thine  ancient  family  the  Jews, 
Were  firft  invited  to  the  feaft  : 
We  humbly  take  what  they  refufe, 
And  Gentiles  thy  falvation  tafte. 

3  We  are  the  poor,  the  blind,  the  lame, 
And  help  was  far,  and  death  was  nigh  ! 
But,  at  the  gofpel-call,  we  came, 

And  ev'ry  want  receiv'd  fupply. 

4  From  the  high-way  that  leads  to  hell, 
From  paths  of  darknefs  and  defpair, 
Lord,  we  are  come  with*  thee  to  dwc  1, 
Glad  to  enjoy  thy  prefence  here.] 

[5  What  fhall  we  pay  th-  eternal  Son, 
That  left  the  heav'n  of  his  abode, 
An  i  to  this  wretched  earth  came  down, 
To  bring  us  wand  rers  back  to  Gou  ? 


13.  III.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  28.5 

6  It  coft  him  death  to  fave  our  lives ; 
To  buy  our  fouls,  it  coft  his  own  •, 
And  all  the  unknown  joys  he  gives, 
Were  bought  with  agonies  unknown. 

7  Our  everlafting  love  is  due 

To  him  that  ranfom'd  Tinners  loft  : 
And  pity'd  rebels,  when  he  knew. 
The  vail  expenfe  his  love  would  coft.] 

XIII.      Divine  love  making  a  feaft  and  calling  in  the 
guefts,  Luke  xiv.  17,  22,  23. 

1  "LTOW  fweet  and  awful  is  the  place, 
A       With  Chrift  within  the  doors  \ 
While  everlafting  love  difplays 

The  choiceft  of  her  (lores  ! 

2  Here  ev'ry  bowel  of  our  God 

With  foft  companion  rolls  : 
Here  peace  and  pardon,  bought  with  blood. 
Is  food  for  dying  fouls. 

3  While  'all  our  hearts,  and  all  our  fongs, 

Join  to  admire  the  feaft, 
Each  of  us  cry,  with  thankful  tongues, 
"  Lord,  why  was  I  a  gueft  ? 

4  "  Why  was  I  made  to  hear  thy  voice, 

«  And  enter  while  there's  room  ; 
"  When  thoufands  make  a  wretched  choice, 
"  And  rather  ftarve  than  come  ? 

5  'Twas  the  fame  love  that  fpread  the  feaft, 

That  fweetly  forc'd  us  in  ; 
Elfe  we  had  Hill  refus'd  to  tafte, 
And  peri  ill  d  in  cur  (m. 


286  HYMNS  AND  13.  III. 

[6  Pity  the  nations,  O  our  God  ! 
Conftrain  the  earth  to  come  ; 
Send  thy  victorious  word  abroad, 
And  bring  the  ftrangers  home. 
7  We  long  to  fee  thy  churches  full, 
That  all  the  chofen  race 
May  with  one  voice,  and  heart,  and  foul, 
Sing  thy  redeeming  grace.] 

XIV.     Thefong  of  Simeon,  Luke  ii.  28  :  or, 
A  fight  of  Chri/i  makes  death  eafy. 

1  ^TOW  have  our  hearts  embrac'd  our  God, 

We  would  forget  all  earthly  charms, 
And  wifh  to  die  as  Simeon  wou'd, 
With  his  young  Saviour  in  his  arms. 

2  Our  lips  mould  learn-that  joyful  fong, 
Were  but  our  hearts  prepar'd  like  his  ; 
"  Our  fouls  ftill  willing  to  be  gone, 

"  And  at  thy  word  depart  in  peace. 

3  «  Here  we  have  feen  thy  face,  O  Lord, 
"  And  view'd  falvaticn  with  our  eyes, 

"  Tafted  and  felt  the  Living  Word, 

«  The  Bread  defcending  from  the  fkies. 

4  «  Thou  haft  prepar'd  this  dying  Lamb, 
«  Halt  fet  his  blood  before  our  face, 

"  To  teach  the  terrors  of  thy  name, 
"  And  fhew  the  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

5  «  He  is  our  Light  •,  our  Morning-ftar 
«  Shall  fhine  on  nations  yet  unknown ; 
«  The  glory  of  thine  Ifra'l  here, 

"  And  joy  of  fpirits  near  thy  throne." 


B.  III.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  287 

XV.      Our  Lord  Jefus  at  his  own  Tabic, 

[1   HPHE  mem'ry  of  our  dying  Lord 
Awakes  a  thankful  tongue  ; 
How  rich  he  fpread  his  royal  board, 
And  blefs'd  the  food  and  fung. 

2  Happy  the  men  that  eat  this  bread  ; 

But  doubly  blefs'd  was  he 
That  gently  bow'd  his  loving  head, 
And  lean'd  it,  Lord,  on  thee. 

3  By  faith  the  fame  delights  we  tafte 

As  that  great  fav'rite  did, 
And  fit  and  lean  on  Jefus'  breaft, 
And  take  the  heav'nly  bread.] 

4  Down  from  the  palace  of  the  fkies 

Hither  the  King  defcends  ! 
"  Come,  my  Beloved,  eat,"  he  cries, 
"  And  drink  falvation,  friends. 

[5  «  My  flefh  is  food  and  phyfic  too, 
"  A  balm  for  all  your  pains ; 
"  And  the  red  ftreams  of  pardon  flow 
"  From  thefe  my  pierced  veins." 

6  Hofanna  to  his  bounteous  love, 
For  fuch  a  feaft  below  ! 
And  yet  he  feeds  his  faints  above 
With  nobler  bleffings  too. 

[7  Come,  the  dear  day,  the  glorious  hour, 
That  brings  our  fouls  to  reft  ! 
Then  we  fhall  need  thefe  types  no  more, 
But  dwell  at  thJ  heav'nly  feaft.] 


288  HYMNS  AND  B.  III. 

XVI.      The  agonies  of  Chrifl. 

1  "VT  OW  let  our  pains  be  all  forgot, 

Our  hearts  no  more  repine  ; 
Our  fufFrings  are  not  worth  a  thought, 
When,  Lord,  compar'd  with  thine. 

2  Jn  lively  figures  here  we  fee 

The  bleeding  Prince  of  love  ; 
Each  of  us  hopes  he  dy'd  for  me, 

And  then  our  griefs  remove. 
[3  Our  humble  faith  here  takes  her  rife, 

While  fitting  round  his  board  \ 
And  back  to  Calvary  {he  flies, 

To  view  her  groaning  Lord. 

4  His  foul,  what  agonies  it  felt 

When  his  own  God  withdrew ; 
And  the  large  load  of  all  our  guilt 
Lay  heavy  on  him  too. 

5  But  the  Divinity  within 

Supported  him  to  bear  : 
Dying,  he  conquer'd  hell  and  fin, 
And  made  his  triumph  there.] 

6  Grace,  wifdom,  juftice  join'd,  and  wrought 

The  wonders  of  that  day  ! 
No  mortal  tongue,  nor  mortal  thought, 
Can  equal  thanks  repay. 

7  Our  hymns  fhould  found  like  thofe  above, 

Could  we  our  voices  raife  ; 
Yet,  Lord,  our  hearts  fhall  all  be  love, 
And  all  bur  lives  be  praife. 


B.  III.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  289 

XVII.      Incomparable  food ;   or,  The  fiefo  and  blood 
of  Chrift. 

[I   "\X7^  ^ng  th*  amazing  deeds 

That  grace  divine  performs  ; 
Th' eternal  God  comes  down  and  bleeds, 
To  nouriih  dying  worms. 

2  This  foul-reviving  wine, 
Dear  Saviour,  'tis  thy  blood  ; 

We  thank  that  facred  flefli  of  thine. 
For  this  immortal  food.] 

3  The  banquet  that  we  eat 

Is  made  of  heav'nly  things : 
Earth  has  no  dainties  half  fo  fweet 
As  our  Redeemer  brings. 

4  In  vain  had  Adam  fought, 
And  fearch'd  his  garden  round  : 

For  there  was  no  fuch  blefTed  fruit 
In  all  that  happy  ground. 

5  Th'  angelic  hoft  above 
Can  never  tafte  this  food  ; 

They  feaft  upon  their  Maker's  love, 
But  not  a  Saviour's  blood. 

6  On  us  th'  almighty  Lord 
Beftows  this  matchlefs  grace, 

And  meets  us  with  fome  cheering  word, 
"With  pleafure  in  his  face. 

7  Come,  all  ye  drooping  faints, 
And  banquet  with  the  King  \ 

This  wine  will  drown  your  fad  complaints, 
And  tune  your  voice  to  fing. 
Oo 


290  HYMNS  AND  B.  III. 

8  Salvation  to  the  name 
Of  our  adored  Chrift  ; 
Through  the  wide  earth  his  grace  proclaim, 
His  glory  in  the  high/ft. 

XVIII.      The  fame.  ' 

1  JESUS  !  we  bow  before  thy  feet : 
J    Thy  table  is  divinely  ftor'd  ; 
Thy  facred  flefh  our  fouls  have  eat, 
'Tis  living  bread  ;  we  thank  thee,  Lord ! 

2  And  here  we  drink  our  Saviour's  blood ; 
We  thank  thee,  Lord  :  'tis  gen'rous  wine, 
Mingled  with  love ;  the  fountain  flow'd 
From  that  dear  bleeding  heart  of  thine. 

3  On  earth  is  no  fuch  fweetnefs  found, 
For  the  Lamb's  flefh  is  heav'nly  food  : 
In  vain  we  fearch  the  globe  around 
For  bread  fo  fine,  or  wine  fo  good. 

4  Carnal  provifions  can  at  bed 

But  cheer  the  heart,  or  warm  the  head ; 
But  the  rich  cordial  that  we  tafte, 
Gives  life  eternal  to  the  dead. 

5  Joy  to  the  Mafter  of  the  feaft, 
His  name  our  fouls  for  ever  blefs  ; 

To  God  the  King,  and  God  the  Prieft, 
A  loud  hofanna  round  the  place. 


B.  III.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.'  291 

XIX.     Glory  in  the  crofs ;  or,  Not  afloamed  of  Qhrijl 
crucified, 

1  AT  thy  command,  our  dearefl  Lord, 

Here  we  attend  thy  dying  feaft  } 
Thy  blood,  like  wine,  adorns  thy  board, 
And  thine  own  fleih  feeds  every  gueft. 

2  Our  faith  adores  thy  bleeding  love, 
And  trufts  for  life  in  one  that  dy'd ; 
"We  hope  for  heav'nly  crowns  above, 
From  a  Redeemer  crucify'd. 

3  Let  the  vain  world  pronounce  its  fhame, 
And  fling  their  fcandals  on  thy  caufe  \ 
We  come  to  boaft  our  Saviour's  name, 
And  make  our  triumphs  in  his  crofs. 

4»  With  joy  we  tell  the  fcoffrng  age, 
He  that  was  dead  has  left  the  tomb, 
He  lives  above  their  utmoft  rage, 
And  we  are  waiting  till  he  come. 

XX.     The  proviftons  for  the  table  of  our  Lord  i 
or,  The  tree  of  life,  and  river  of  love, 

1   If  ORD,  we  adore  thy  bounteous  hand, 
And  fmg  the  folemn  feaft, 
Where  fweet  celeflial  dainties  ftand 
For  ev'ry  willing  gueft. 

[2  The  tree  of  life  adorns  the  board 
With  rich  immortal  fruit, 
And  ne'er  an  angry  flaming  fword 
To  guard  the  paffage  to't. 


292  HYMNS  AND  B.  III. 

3  The  cup  ftands  crown'd  with  living  juice, 

The  fountain  flows  above, 
And  runs  down  ftreaming  for  our  ufe, 
In  rivulets  of  love.] 

4  The  food's  prepar'd  by  heav'nly  art, 

The  pleafures  well  refin'd  j 
They  fpread  new  life  through  ev'ry  heart, 
And  cheer  the  drooping  mind. 

5  Shout  and  proclaim  the  Saviour's  love, 

Ye  faints,  that  tafte  his  wine  : 
Join  with  your  kindred  faints  above, 
In  loud  hofannas  join. 

6  A  thoufand  glories  to  the  God 

That  gives  fuch  joy  as  this  ; 
Hofanna  !  let  it  found  abroad, 
And  reach  where  Jefus  is. 

XXI.      The  triumphal  feafl  for  Chrifls  viBory. 
over  fin,  and  death,  and  hell. 

[1    POME,  let  us  lift  our  voices  high, 
^  High  as  our  joys  arife, 
And  join  the  fongs  above  the  Iky, 
Where  pleafure  never  dies. 

2  Jefus,  the  God,  that  fought  and  bled, 
And  conquer'd  when  he  fell ; 
That  rofe,  and  at  his  chariot  wheels 
Dragg'd  all  the  pow'rs  of  hell.] 

[3  Jefus,  the  God,  invites  us  here 
To  this  triumphal  feaft, 
And  bring6  immortal  bleffings  down 
For  each  redeemed  gueft.] 


13.  III.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  293 

4  The  Lord  !  how  glorious  is  his  face  ! 

How  kind  his  fmiles  appear ! 
And  oh  !  what  melting  words  he  fays 
To  ev'ry  humble  ear  ! 

5  "  For  you,  the  children  of  my  love, 

«  It  was  for  you  I  dy'd ; 
«  Behold  my  hands,  behold  my  feet, 
"  And  look  into  my  fide. 

6  "  Thefe  are  the  wounds  for  you  I  bore, 

"  The  tokens  of  my  pains, 
"  When  I  came  down  to  free  your  fouls 
«  From  mifery  and  chains. 

[7  "  Juftice  unfheath'd  its  fiery  fword, 
«  And  plung'd  it  in  my  heart ; 
«  Infinite  pangs  for  you  I  bore, 
"  And  mofh  tormenting  fmart. 

$  "  When  hell  and  all  its  fpiteful  pow'rs 
"  Stood  dreadful  in  my  way, 
"  To  refcue  thofe  dear  lives  of  yours, 
"  I  gave  my  own  away. 

9  "  But  while  I  bled,  and  groan'd,  and  dy'd, 

"  I  ruin'd  Satan's  throne : 
"  High  on  my  crofs  I  hung  and  fpy'd, 
"  The  monfter  tumbling  down. 

10  "  Now  you  muft  triumph  at  my  feaft, 

"  And  tafte  my  flefh,  my  blood, 
"  And  live  eternal  ages  blefs'd, 
"  For  'tis  immortal  food." 


294  HYMNS  AND  B.  III. 

1 1  Victorious  God  !  what  can  we  pay 

For  favours  fo  divine  ? 
We  would  devote  our  hearts  away 
To  be  for  ever  thine.] 

12  We  give  thee,  Lord,  our  higheft  praife, 

The  tribute  of  our  tongues ; 
But  themes  fo  infinite  as  thefe 
Exceed  our  nobleft  fongs. 


XXII.      The  compiiflion  of  a  dying  Chri/l. 


1  /^UR  fpirits  join  t'  adore  the  Lamb  ; 
^^^   O  !  that  our  feeble  lips  could  move 
In  ftrains  immortal  as  his  name, 

And  melting  as  his  dying  love  ! 

2  Was  ever  equal  pity  found  ? 

The  Prince  of  heav'n  refigns  his  breath, 
And  pours  his  life  out  on  the  ground, 
To  ranfom  guilty  worms  from  death. 

[3  Rebels,  we  broke  our  Maker's  laws ; 
He  from  the  threat'ning  fet  us  free, 
Bore  the  full  vengeance  on  his  crofs, 
And  nail'd  the  curfes  to  the  tree.] 

[4  The  lav/  proclaims  no  terror  now, 
And  Sinai's  thunder  roars  no  more ; 
From  all  his  wounds  new  bleffings  flow, 
A  fea  of  joy  without  a  fhore. 

5  Here  we  have  wafh'd  our  deepeft  ftains 

And  heal'd  our  wounds  with  heav'nly  blood  j 
Blefs'd  fountain !  fpringing  from  the  veins 
Of  Jefus,  our  incarnate  God. 5 


B.  III.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  29, 

6  In  vain  our  mortal  voices  drive 
To  fpeak  compaflion  fo  divine  : 
Had  we  a  thoufand  lives  to  give, 
A  thoufand  lives  fhould  all  be  thine. 

XXIII.      Grace  and  glory  by  the  death  of  Chrifl* 

[1   CITTING  around  our  Father's  board, 
"We  raife  our  tuneful  breath  j 
Our  faith  beholds  the  dying  Lord 
And  dooms  our  fins  to  death.] 

2  We  fee  the  blood  of  Jems  fhed, 

Whence  all  our  pardons  rife ; 
The  finner  views  th'  atonement  made, 
And  loves  the  facrifice. 

3  Thy  cruel  thorns,  thy  fhameful  crofs, 

Procure  us  heav'nly  crowns  : 
Our  highefl  gain  fprings  from  thy  lofs  ; 
Our  healing  from  thy  wounds. 

4-  Oh  !  'tis  impoffible  that  we, 

Who  dwell  in  feeble  clay,  / 

Should  equal  fuff'rings  bear  for  thee, 
Or  equal  thanks  repay. 

XXTV.      Pardon  and ftrength  from  Chrifl. 

1     T^ATHER,  we  wait  to  feel  thy  grace, 
To  fee  thy  glories  fhine  : 
The  Lord  will  his  own  table  blefs, 
And  make  the  feaft  divine. 


296  HYMNS  AND  B.  III. 

2  We  touch,  we  tafte  the  heav'nly  bread, 

We  drink  the  facred  cup : 
With  outward  forms  our  fenfe  is  fed, 
Our  fouls  rejoice  in  hope. 

3  We  mail  appear  before  the  throne 

Of  our  forgiving  God, 
Drefs'd  in  the  garments  of  his  Son, 
And  fprinkled  with  his  blood. 

4  We  mall  be  ftrong  to  run  the  race, 

And  climb  the  upper  fky ; 
Chrift  will  provide  our  fouls  with  grace, 
He  bought  a  large  fupply. 

[5     Let  us  indulge  a  cheerful  frame, 
For  joy  becomes  a  feaft  ; 
We  love  the  mem'ry  of  his  name, 
More  than  the  wine  we  tafte.] 

XXV.      Divine  glories  and  graces. 

1  TTOW  are  thy  glories  here  difplay'd  ! 
-*-  -*•  Great  God  !  how  bright  they  mine  ! 
While,  at  thy  word,  we  break  the  bread, 

And  pour  the  flowing  wine  ! 

2  Here  thy  revenging  juftice  (lands, 

And  pleads  its  dreadful  caufe ; 
Here  faving  mercy  fpreads  her  hands, 
Like  Jefus  on  the  crofs, 

3  Thy  faints  attend  with  ev'ry  grace 

On  this  great  facriflce  : 
And  love  appears  with  cheerful  face, 
And  faith  with  fixed  eyes. 


13.  IIL  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  2#7 

4  Our  hope  in  waiting  pofture  fits, 
To  heav'n  directs  her  fight ; 
Here  ev'ry  warmer  paffion  meets, 
And  warmer  pow'rs  unite. 

.?  Zeal  and  revenge  perform  their  part,. 
And  rifing  fin  deftroy  ; 
Repentance  comes  with  aching  heart, 
Yet  not  forbids  our  joy. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  change  our  faith  to  fight, 
Let  fin  for  ever  die ; 
Then  mall  our  fouls  be  ail  delight, 
And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry. 


T  CANNOT  perfuade  myfelf  to  put  a  full  period 
to  thefe  divine  hymns,  till  I  have  addreffed  a 
fpecial  fong  of  glory  to  God  the  Father,  the  Son, 
and  the  Holy  Spirit.  Though  the  Latin  name  of 
it,  Gloria  Patri>  be  retained  in  our  nation  from  the 
Roman  church ;  and  though  there  may  be  fome 
exceffes  of  faperflitious  honour  paid  to  the  words 
of  it,  which  may  have  wrought  fome  unhappy  pre- 
judices in  weaker  Chriflians,  yet  I  believe  it  flill  to 
be  one  of  the  nobler!  parts  of  Chriftian  worfhip. 
The  fubje£l  of  it  is  the  doctrine  of  the  Trinity, 
which  is  that  peculiar  glory  of  the  divine  nature 
that  our  Lord  Jefus  Chrift  has  fo  clearly  revealed 
unto  men,  and  is  fo  necefiary  to  true  Chriftianity. 
The  action  is  praife,  which  is  one  of  the  mod  com- 


£>8  HYMNS  AND  B.  III. 

plete  and  exalted  parts  of  heavenly  worfhip.  I 
have  call  the  fong  into  a  variety  of  forms,  and  have 
fitted  it  by  a  plain  verfion,  or  a  larger  paraphrafe, 
to  be  fung  either  alone,  or  at  the  conclufion  of  an- 
other hymn.  I  have  added  alfo  a  few  hofannas, 
or  afcriptions  of  falvation  to  Chrift,  in  the  fame 
manner,  and  for  the  fame  end. 


1 


DOXOLOGIES. 

A  fong  of  praife  to  the  ever-bleffed  Trinity,  God  the 
Father ,   Sony  and  Spirit. 

XXVI.      1ft  Long  Metre. 

gLESS'D  be  the  Father  and  his  love, 
To  whofe  celeftial  fource  we  owe 
Rivers  of  endlefs  joys  above, 
And  rills  of  comfort  here  below. 

Glory  to  thee,  great  Son  of  God, 
From  whofe  dear  wounded  body  rolls 
A  precious  ftream  of  vital  blood, 
Pardon  and  life  for  dying  fouls. 

We  give  thee,  facred  Spirit,  praife, 
Who  in  our  hearts  of  fin  and  wo, 
Makes  living  fprings  of  grace  arife, 
And  into  boundlefs  glory  flow. 


B.  III.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  299 

4  Thus  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  we  adore, 
That  fea  of  life,  and  love  unknown, 
Without  a  bottom  or  a  fhore. 


XXVII.      1ft  Common  Metre. 

1  r^  LORY  to  God  the  Father's  name, 
^-*  Who,  from  our  finful  race, 
Chofe  out  his  fav'rites  to  proclaim 

The  honours  of  his  grace. 

2  Glory  to  God  the  Son  be  paid, 

Who  dwelt  in  humble  clay, 
And  to  redeem  us  from  the  dead, 
Gave  his  own  life  away. 

3  Glory  to  God  the  Spirit  give, 

From  whofe  Almighty  pow'r 
Our  fouls  their  heav'nly  birth  derive, 
And  blefs  the  happy  hour. 

4  Glory  to  God  that  reigns  above, 

Th*  eternal  Three  in  One, 
Who,  by  the  wonders  of  his  love, 
Has  made  his  nature  known. 


XXVIII.      1ft  Short  Metre. 

ET  God  the  Father  live 
For  ever  on  our  tongues : 
Sinners  from  his  firft  love  derive 
The  ground  of  all  their  fongs. 


L 


300  HYMNS  AND  13.  IIL 

2  Ye  faints,  employ  your  breath' 
In  honour  to  the  Son, 

Who  bought  your  fouls  from  hell  and  death, 
By  ofF'ring  up  his  own. 

3  Give  to  the  Spirit  praife 
Of  an  immortal  ftrain, 

Whofe  light,  and  pow'r,  and  grace  conveys 
Salvation  down  to  men. 

4  While  God  the  Comforter, 
Reveals  our  pardon'd  fin, 

0  may  the  blood  and  water  bear 

The  fame  record  within. 

5  To  the  great  One  in  Three, 
That  feal  this  grace  in  heav'n, 

The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 
Eternal  glory  giv'n. 

XXIX.      2d  Long  Metre. 

1  QLORY  to  God  the  Trinity, 

^^   Whofe  name  has  myfteries  unknown  ; 
In  eflence  One,  in  perfons  Three  ; 
A  focial  nature,  yet  alone. 

2  When  all  our  nobleft  pow'rs  are  join'd, 
The  honours  of  thy  name  to  raife  ; 
Thy  glories  over-match  our  mind. 
And  angels  faint  beneath  the  praife. 


B.  III.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  SOI 

-XXX.     2d  Common  Metre, 

1  HTHE  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd, 

Who  calls  our  fouls  from  death  ; 
Who  faves  by  his  redeeming  word. 
And  new-creating  breath. 

2  To  praife  the  Father  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  all  divine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 
Let  faints  and  angels  join. 

XXXI.  2d  Short  Metre. 

1  ][ET  God  the  Maker's  name 

Have  honour,  love  and  fear, 
To  God  the  Saviour  pay  the  fame, 
And  God  the  Comforter. 

2  Father  of  lights  above, 
Thy  mercy  we  adore, 

The  Son  of  thy  eternal  love, 
And  Spirit  of  thy  pow'r. 

XXXII.  3d  Long  Metre. 

'yO  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
■*■    And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honour,  praife,  and  glory  giv'n, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav'n. 

XXXIII.     Or  thus. 

A  LL  glory  to  thy  wondrous  name, 
Father  of  mercy,  God  of  love  : 
Thus  we  exalt  the  Lord  the  Lamb, 
And  thus  we  praife  the  heav'nly  Dove, 


302  HYMNS  AND  B.  III. 

XXXIV.      3d  Common  Metre, 

"NJOW  let  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  be  ador'd, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known, 
Or  faints  to  love  the  Lord. 

XXXV.     Or  thus. 

TJONOUR  to  the  Almighty  Three, 

And  everlafting  One ; 

All  glory  to  the  Father  be, 

The  Spirit  and  the  Son. 

XXXVI.     3d  Short  Metre. 

"V"E  angels  round  the  throne, 
And  faints  that  dwell  below, 
Worfhip  the  Father,  love  the  Son, 
And  blefs  the  Spirit  too. 

XXXVII.     Or  thus. 

Q* IVE  to  the  Father  praife, 
Give  glory  to  the  Son, 
And  to  the  Spirit  of  his  grace 
Be  equal  honour  done. 

XXXVIII.     Afong  of  praife  to  the  bleffed  Trinity. 

The  lft  as  the  cxlviiith  Pfalm. 

1   T  GIVE  immortal  praife 
1  To  God  the  Father's  love, 
For  all  my  comforts  here, 
And  better  hopes  above : 


B.  III.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

He  fent  his  own 
Eternal  Son, 
To  die  for  fins 
That  man  had  done. 

2  To  God  the  Son  belongs 
Immortal  glory  too, 

Who  bought  us  with  his  blood 
From  everla  fling  wo : 
And  now  he  lives, 
And  now  he  reigns. 
And  fees  the  fruit 
Of  all  his  pains. 

3  To  God  the  Spirit's  name 
Immortal  worfnip  give, 
Whofe  new-creating  power 
Makes  the  dead  finner  live  : 

His  work  completes 
The  great  defign, 
And  fills  the  foul 
With  joy  divine. 

4  Almighty  God,  to  thee 
Be  endlefs  honours  done, 
The  undivided  Three, 
And  the  myfterious  One  : 

Where  reafon  fails 
With  all  her  pow'rs, 
There  faith  prevails, 
And  love  adores. 


30*  HYMNS  AND  B.  III. 

XXXIX.     The  2d  as  the  cxlviiith  Pfalm. 

1  TpO  him  that  chofe  us  firft, 

■    Before  the  world  began  ; 
To  him  that  bore  the  curie, 
To  fave  rebellious  man ; 

To  him  that  form'd 

Our  hearts  anew, 

Is  endlefs  praife 

And  glory  due. 

2  The  FatherV  love  mail  run 
Through  our  immortal  fdnjgs  : 
We  bring  to  God  the  Son 
Hofannas  on  our  tongues  ; 

Our  lips  addrefs 
The  Spirit's  name 
With  equal  praife, 
And  zeal  the  fame. 

3  Let  ev'ry  faint  above, 

And  angel  round  the  throne, 
For  ever  blefs  and  love 
The  facred  Three  in  One  : 

Thus  heav'n  lnall  raife 

His  honours  high, 

When  earth  and  time 

Grow  old  and  die. 

XL.     The  3d  as  the  cxlviiith  Pfalm. 


"T^O  God  the  Father's  throne 

Perpetual  honours  raife, 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit  praife  : 


J3.  III.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  305 

And  while  our  lips 
Their  tribute  bring, 
Our  faith  adores 
The  name  we  fing. 

XLI.  Or  thus. 
r~T'0  our  eternal  God, 
•*-    The  Father  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  all  divine, 
Three  Myfteries  in  one, 

Salvation,  pow'r, 
And  praife  be  giv'n, 
By  all  on  earth, 
And  all  in  heav'n. 

The  HOSANNA  j  or  Salvation  afcribed  to   Qhrijh 
XLII.  Long  Metre.  / 

1  TTOSANNA  to  King  David's  Son, 
-*--*-  Who  reigns  on  a  fuperior  throne  ■: 
We  blefs  the  Prince  of  heav'nly  birth, 
Who  brings  falvation  down  to  earth, 

2  Let  ev'ry  nation,  ev'ry  age, 

In  this  delightful  work  engage ; 
Old  men  and  babes  in  Sion  ling 
The  growing  glories  of  her  King. 

XLIII.   Common  Metre. 

1   TTOSANNA  to  the  Prince  of  grace, 
■*■  ■"'  Sion  behold  thy  King  : 
Proclaim  the  Son  of  David's  race, 
A  i  .1      teach  the  babes  to  fing. 


306  HYMNS,  Sec.  B.  III. 

2  Hofanna  to  th*  incarnate  Word, 
Who  from  the  Father  came  ; 
Afcribe  falvation  to  the  Lord, 
With  bleffings  on  his  name. 


H< 


XLIV.     Short  Metre. 

"OSANNA  to  the  Son 
Of  David  and  of  God, 
Who  brought  the  news  of  pardon  down, 
And  bought  it  with  his  blood. 
2  To  Chrift  th'  anointed  King, 
Be  endlefs  bleffings  giv'n : 
Let  the  whole  earth  his  glories  fing, 
Who  made  our  peace  with  heav'n. 

XLV.     As  the  cxlviiith  Ffalm. 

1  JJOSANNA  to  the  King 

Of  David's  ancient  blood  : 
Behold  he  comes  to  bring 
Forgiving  grace  from  God : 

Let  old  and  young 

Attend  his  way, 

And  at  his  feet 

Their  honours  lay. 

2  Glory  to  God  on  high, 
Salvation  to  the  Lamb : 

Let  earth,  and  fea,  and  fky 
His  wondrous  love  proclaim  i 
Upon  his  head, 
Shall  honours  reft, 
And  ev'ry  age 
Pronounce  him  bleft. 


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ADORE  and  tremble  for  our  God  3S 

Alas,  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  135 

All  mortal  vanities  begone  28 

And  are  we  wretches  yet  alive  221 

And  miift  this  body  die  225 

And  now  the  fcales  have  left  mine  eyes  199 

Arife  my  foul,  my  joyful  pow'rs  200 

As  new-born  babes  defire  the  breaft       >  1 14 

At  thy  command,  ourdearefl:  Lord  2<jr 

Attend  while  God's  exalted  Son  240 

Awake,  my  heart,  arife  my  tongue  26 

Awake,  our  fouls,  away  our  fears  40 

Away  from  ev'ry  mortal  care  235 

Backward  with  humble  mame  we  look  47 

Begin,  my  tongue,  fome  heav'nly  theme  188 

Behold  how  finners  difagree  105 

Behold  the  blind  their  fight  receive  244 

Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb  9 

Behold  the  grace  appears  11 

Behold  the  potter  and  the  clay  95 

Behold  the  Rofe  of  Sharon  here  57 

Behold  the  woman's  promis'd  feed  243 

Behold  the  wretch  whofe  lufl  and  wine  99 

Behold  what  wond'rous  grace  53 

Blefs'd  are  the  humble  fouls  that  fee  S4 

Blefs'd  be  the  everlafting  God  30 


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Blefs'd  be  the  Father  and  his  love  298 

Blefs'd  morning!  whofe  young  dawning  ray?  ior 

Blefs'd  with  the  joys  of  innocence  238 

Blood  has  a  voice  to  pierce  the  fkies  231 

Bright  King  of  glory,  dreadful  God  170 

Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death  261 

Bury'd  in  fhadows  of  the  night  81 

But  few  among  the  carnal  wife  go 

Can  creatures  to  perfection  find  271 

Chrift  and  his  crofs  is  all  our  theme  97 

Come,  all  harmonious  tongues  202 

Come,  deareft  Lord,  delcend  and  dwell  10S 

Come,  happy  fouls,  approach  your  God  219 

Come  hither  all  ye  weary  fouls  103 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove  157 

Come,  let  us  join  a  joyful  tune  ■  279 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  fongs  51 

Come,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes  223 

Come,  let  us  lift  our  voices  high  292 

Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord       •-    '■'■'  154 

Daughters  of  Sion,  come,  behold  6r 

Dear  Lord,  behold  our  fore  diftrefs  265 

Deareft  of  all  the  names  above  25  j 

Death  cannot  make  our  fouls  afraid  169 

Death  may  diffolve  my  body  now  30 

Deatli !  'tis  a  melancholy  day  171 

Deceiv'd  by  fubtle  fnares  of  hell  88 

Deep  in  the  dufl:  before  thy  throne  ico 

Defcend  from  heav'n,  immortal  Dove  147 

Do- we  not  know  that  folemn  word  99 

Down  headlong  from  their  native  fkies  213 

Dread  Sov'reign,  let  my  ev'ningiong  134 

Ere  the  blue  heav'ns  were  ftretch'd  abroad  10 

Eternal  Sov'reign  of  the  (ky  254 

Eternal  Spirit,  we  confefs  242 

Fa:th  is  the  brighteft  evidence  98 

Ear  from  my  thoughts  vain  world  begone  140 

Father,  I  long,  I  faint  to  fee  186 


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Page. 

Father,  we  wait  to  feel  thy  grace  295 

Firm  as  the  eaith  thy  gofpel  (lands  1 10 

From  heav'n  the  finning  angels  fell  214 

From  rhee,  my  God,  my  joys  mail  rife  194 

Gentiles  by  nature,  we  belong  93 

Give  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rife    „*— *— ~  246 

Glory  to  God  the  Irinity  300 

Glory  to  God  that  walks  the  fky  179 

Glory  to  God  the  Father's  name  299 

God  is  a  Spirit  juft  and  wife  108 

God  of  the  morning,  at  whofe  voice  68 

God  of  the  feas,  thy  thund'ring  voice  189 

God,  the  eternal  awful  name  151 

God,  who  in  various  methods  told  44 

Go  preach  my  gofpel,  faith  the  Lord    — — — -»  103 

Go  wor(hip  at  Immanuel's  feet  117 

Great  God  !  how  infinite  art  thou  186 

Great  God!   1  own  thy  fentence juft  15 

Great  God!  thy  glories  fhall  employ  268 

Great  God!  to  what  a  glorious  Jieight  227 

Great  King  of  glory  and  of  grace  261 

Great  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great             249 

Had  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews    "  207 

Happy  the  church,  thou  lacred  place  183 

Happy  the  heart  where  graces  reign               i6x 

Hark !  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  found  183 

Hark!   the  Redeemer  from  on  high  59 

Hear  what  the  voice  from  heav'n  proclaims  24 

Hence  from  my  foul  fad  thoughts  begone  i^2 

Here  at  thy  crofs,  my  dying  God  !3 1 

High  as  the  heav'ns  above  the  ground  229 

High  on  a  hill  of  dazzling  light  143 
Hofjnna,  &c.                                                                 305,  306 

Hofanna  to  our  ccnqu'ring  Kicg  206 
Hofanna  to  the  Prince  of  light 
Hofanna  to  the  ro\al  Son 
Hofanna  with  a  cheerful  found 

How  are  thy  glories  here  diiplay'd  296 


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23 

*35 


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Page. 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet        ■  ■"""  1 8 

How  can     fink  with  fuch  a  prop  230 

How  condefcending  and  how  kind  276 

How  full  of  anguifh  is  the  thought  216 

How  heavy  is  the  night  82 

How  honourable  is  the  place  17 

How  large  the  promife,  how  divine  92 

How  oft  have  fin  and  :>atan  ftrove     — — — -  no 

How  rich  are  thy  provifions,  Lord  284 

How  fad  our  ftate  by  nature  is  206 

How  (hall  I  praife  th'  Eternal  God  267 

How  fhort  and  hafty  is  our  life  156 

How  fliould  fhe  fons  of  Adam's  race  73 

How  ftrong  thine  arm  is,  mighty  God  41 

How  fweet  and  awful  is  the  place  285 

How  vain  are  all  things  here  below  168 

How  wond'rous  great,  how  glorious  bright  204 

I  cannot  bear  thine  abfence,  Lord  231 

I  give  immortal  praife  302 

I  hate  the  tempter  and  his  charms  259 

I  lift  my  banner,  faith  the  Lord  32 

I  love  the  windows  of  thy  grace  250 

I'm  not  afham'd  to  own  my  Lord    ■■"   ■■-»'  85 

I  fend  the  joys  of  earth  away  137 

I  fing  my  Saviour's  wond'rous  death  228 

In  Gabriel's  hand  a  mighty  (tone  50 

In  thine  own  ways,  O  God  of  love  33 

In  vain  the  wealthy  mortals  toil  28 

In  vain  we  lavifh  out  our  lives  18 

Infinite  grief!  amazing  wo  212 

Is  this  the  kind  return  193 

Jehovah  fpeaks,  let  Ifra'l  hear  72 

Jehovah  reigns,  his  throne  is  high  270 

Jefus,  in  thee  our  eyes  behold  116 

Jefus  invites  his  faints      •"*■—  274 

Jefus  is  gone  above  the  fkies  278 

Jefus,  the  man  of  conftant  grief  20 

Jefus,  we  blefs  thy  Fafher's  name  45 

Jefus,  we  bow  before  thy  feet  290 

"fefus,  with  all  thy  faints  above  153 


INDEX.  311 


Page. 
124 


Join  all  the  glorious  names 

Join  all  the  names  of  love  and  pow'r  123 

Kind  is  die  fpeech  of  Chrift  our  Lord    •  62 

Laden  with  guilt  and  full  of  fears  232 

Let  all  our  tongues  be  one  28 1 

Let  everlafting  glories  crown  240 

Let  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend  16 

Let  God  the  Father  live  299 

Let  him  embrace  my  foul  and  prove  55 

Let  God  the  Maker's  name  301 

Let  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  fay  22 

Let  mortal  tongues  attempt  to  fing  49 

Let  others  boaft  how  ftrong  they  be  144 

Let  Pharifees  of  high  efteem  1 06 

Let  the  old  heathens  tune  their  fongs  146 

Let  the  feventh  angel  found  on  high  54 

Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  lie  215 

Let  the  wild  leopards  of  the  wood  262 

JLet  them  neglecl:  thy  glory,  Lord  j$$ 

Let  us  adore  th'  eternal  Word  277 

Life  and  immortal  joys  are  giv'n  236 

Life  is  the  time  to  ferve  the  Lord  75 

Lift  up  your  eyes  to  th*  heav'nly  feats  260 

Like  fheep  we  went  affray  I23 

Lo,  the  young  tribes  of  Adam  rife  -76 

Lo,  the  defrroying  angel  flies  25  S 

Lo,  what  a  glorious  fight  appears  27 

Long  have  I  fat  beneath  the  found  266 

Lord,  at  thy  temple  we  appear            ,  3^ 

Lord,  how  divine  thy  comforts  are  283 

Lord,  how  fecure  and  blefs'd  are  they  2^7 

Lord,  how  fecure  my  confcience  was  03 

Lord,  we  adore  thy  bounteous  hand  3or 

Lord,  we  adore  thy  vaft  defigns  224 

Lord,  we  are  blind,  we  mortals  blind  j^o 

Lord,  we  confefs  our  num'rous  faults  91 

Lord,  what  a  heav'n  of  faving  grace  141 

Lord,  what  a  wretched  land  is  this  172 


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Lord,  -when  my  thoughts  with  wonder  roll  132 

Man  has  a  foul  of  va(t  defires  251 

Miftaken  fouls  that  dream  of  heav'n  11 1 

My  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord  246 

IVIy  drovvfy  pow'rs,  why  deep  ye  fo  149 

My  God,  how  endlefs  is  thy  love  70 

My  God,  my  life,  my  love'  210 

My  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love  211 

My  God,  permit  me  not  to  be  234 

My  God,  the  fpring  of  all  my  joys  174 

My  God,  what  endlefs  pleafmes  dwell  163 

My  heart,  how  dreadful  hard  it  is  214 

My  Saviour  God,  my  fov'reign  Prince  247 

My  foul,  come  meditate  the  day  181 

JVly  foul  forfakes  her  vain  delight  136 

My  thoughts  on  awful  fubjefts  roll  130 

My  thoughts  furmount  thefe  lower  fides  264 

Naked  as  from  the  earth  we  came  15 
Nature  with  all  her  pow'rs  mall  fmg                          .       128 

Nature  with  open  volume  ftands  282 

Noj  I'll  repine  at  death  no  more  218 

No,  I  fhall  envy  them  no  more  176 

No  more,  my  God,  1  boaft  no  more  89 

Nor  eye  has  feen,  nor  ear  has  heard  87 

Not  all  the  blood  of  beafts     •■-._.  248 

Not  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth  80 

Not  diff'rent  food,  nor  d  iff  'rent  drefs  102 

Not  from  the  duft  afflictions  grow  71 

Not  the  malicious  nor  profane  86 

Not  to  condemn  the  fons  of  men  S2 

Not  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord  256 

Not  with  our  mortal  eyes  89 

Now  be  the  God  of  Ifra'l  blefs'd  42 

Now  by  the  bowels  of  my  God  105 

Now  for  a  tune  of  lefty  praife  264 

Now  have  our  hearts  embrae'd  our  God  286 

Now  in  the  galPries  of  his  grace  66 

Now  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood  77 


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Now  let  a  fpacious  world  arife  25  r. 

Now  let  our  pains  be  all  forgot  28S 

Now  let  the  Lord  my  Saviour  fmile  170 

Now  Satan  comes  with  dreadful  roar  260 

Nowfhall  my  inward  joys  arife  35 

Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  fong  267 

Now  to  the  Lord  that  makes  us  know  5 1 

Now  to  the  pow'rof  God  fupreme  109 

O  for  an  overcoming  faith  24 

Oh,  if  my  foul  was  form'd  for  wo  22  e 

Oh  !  the  almighty  Lord  198 

Oh,  the  delights,  the  heav'nly  joys  207 

Often  I  feek  my  Lord  by  night  60 

Once  more,  my  foul,  the  rifingday  133 

Our  days,  alas  !  our  mortal  days  16 r 

Our  God  i  how  firm  his  promife  ftandf  162 

Our  fins,  alas !  how  (trong  they  be  204 

Our  fouls  mail  magnify  the  Lord.  50 

Our  fpirits  join  t'  adore  the  Lamb  294 

J^lung'd  in  a  gulph  of  dark  defpair  197 

Praife,  everlafting  praife,  be  paid  180 

Raife  thee,  my  foul,  fly  up,  and  run  156 

Raife  your  triumphant  fongs  220 

Rife,  rife,  my  foul,  and  leave  the  ground  142 

Saints,  at  your  heav'nly  Father's  word  104 

Salvation !  Oh,  the  joyful  found      **<**>  205 

See  where  the  great  incarnate  God  39 

Shall  the  vile  race  of  flefh  and  blood  70 

Shall  we  go  on  to  fin  87 

Shall  wifdom  cry  aloud  7  § 

Shout  to  the  Lord,  and  let  our  joys  209 

Sin,  has  a  thoufand  treach'rous  arts  255 

Sin  like  a  venomous  difeafe  257 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  that  built  the  fkies  139 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  heav'nly  holts  !gz 

Sitting  around  our  Father's  board  a95 

So  did  the  Hebrew  prophet  raife  92 

So  let  our  lips  and  lives  exprefs  10$ 

Sfcyid,  up,  my  foul,  (hake  off  thy  fears    ^-~"  19^ 
R  r 


314  I  N  D  E  X. 

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Stoop  down  my  thoughts,  that  ufe  to  rife  152 

Strait  is  the  way,  the  door  is  ftrait  263 

Terrible  God  that  reign'ft  on  high  147 

That  awful  day  will  furely  come  222 

Thee  we  udore,  eternal  name  17.5 

The  glories  of  my  Maker,  God  190 

The  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd  301 

The  King  of  glory  fends  his  Son  244 

The  lands  that  long  in  darknefs  lay  20 

The  law  by  Moles  came  96 

The  law  commands  and  makes  us  knew  233 

The  Lord  declares  his  will  232 
The  Lord,  defcending  from  above                               .237 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns  270 

The  Lord  on  high  proclaims  73 

The  majefty  of  Solomon   <  227 

The  mem'ry  of  ourdying  Lord  287 

The  promife  of  my  Fathei  's  love  275 
The  promife  was  divinely  free                                      *       242 

The  true  Meffiah  now  appears  138 

The  voice  of  my  beloved  founds  58 

The  wond'ring  world  inquires  to  know  64 

There  is  a  houfe  not  made  with  hands  90 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight  1 85 

There  was  an  hour  when  (Thrift  rejoie'd  19 

Thefe  glorious  minds  how  bright  they  fhine  37 

This  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love  245 

Thou,  whom  my  foul  admires  above  $6 

Thus  did  the  fons  of  Abrah'm  pais  23  8 

Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on  69 

Thus  faith  the  flrft,  the  great  command  94 

Thus  faith  the  high  and  lofty  One  *  74 

Thus  faith  the  Ruler  of  the  Ikies      4  201 

Thus  faith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord  98 

Thus  faith  the  wifdom  of  the  Lord  79 

Thy  favours,  Lord,  furprjfe^our  fouls  366 

Time!   what  an  empty  vapour 'tis  178 
*Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come                                   .    239 


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Page. 

'Tis  from  the  treafmres  of  his  word  120 

'Tis  not  the  law  often  commands  235 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son  301 

To  God  the  only  wife  43 

To  God  the  Father's  throne  304. 

To  him  that  chofe  us  firft  W&. 

To  our  eternal  God  305 

'Twas  by  an  order  from  the  Lord.  25s 

'Twas  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night  273 

'Twas  the  commiflion  of  our  Lord  43 

Vain  are  the  hopes  the  fens  of  men  79 

Vain  are  the  hopes  that  rebels  place  83 

Up  to  the  fields  where  angels  lie  162 

Up  to  the  Lord,  that  reigns  on  high  i65 

We  are  a  garden  wall'd  around  63 

We  blefs  the  prophet  of  the  Lord  241 

We  fing  th'  amazing  deeds  289 

We  ling  the  glories  of  thy  love  47 

Welcome  fweet  day  of  reft  1 3  9 

Well,  the  Redeemer's  gone  159 

What  different  powers  of  grace  and  fin  249 

What  equal  honours  fhall  we  bring  52 

What  happy  men  or  angels  thefe  3^ 

What  mighty  man,  or  mighty  God  3 1 

Whence  do  our  mournful  thoughts  arife  34 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear  l  84 

When  in  the  light  of  faith  divine  2i7 

When  I  furvey  the  wond'rous  crofs  279 
When  we  are  rais'd  from  deep  diftrefs                             •'    46 

When  ftrangers  ftand  and  hear  me  tell  65 

When  the  firft  parents  of  our  race  '  96 

When  the  great  Bailder  arcn'd  the  fkies  *4S 

Where  are  the  mourners,  faith  the  Lord  25& 

Who  can  defcribe  the  joys  that  rife  84 

Who  hath  believ'd  thy  word  1 1  2 

Who  is  this  fair  one  in  diftrefs  67 

Who  fhall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn  2 1 
Why  does  your  face,  ye  humble  fouls 


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Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends  131 

Why  is  my  heart  fo  far  from  thee  145 

Why  mould  the  children  of  a  king  1 1,5 

Why  mould  this  earth  delight  us  fo  266 

Why  mould  we  ftart  and  fear  to  die  155 

With  cheerful  voice  I  ring  j  21 

Witli  holy  fear  and  humble  fong  J  65 

With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace  101 

Ye  fons  of  Adam  vain  and  young  76 

Ye  angels  round  the  throne  3°2 

Zion  rejoice  and  Judah  iing  226. 


A    TABLE 

OF    THE 

Scriptures  that  are  turned  into  Verfe. 


In 

Gen.  iii.  i,  15,  17. 

xvii.  7. 

xvii.  7,  10. 

xxii.  6. 
job  i.  21. 

iii.  14,  15. 

iv.  17,  21. 

v.  6,  7,  8. 

ix.  2,  10. 

xiv.  4. 

xix.  25,  26,  27. 
Pfal.iii.  5,  6. 

iv.  8. 

xix.  5,  8. 

xlix.  6,  g. 

Ixxiii.  24,  25* 

cxxxix.  23,  24. 

cxliii.  8. 

cxlvii.  19,  20. 
Prov.  viii.  1,  22,  32. 

viii.  34,  36. 
Ecclef.   viii.  S\ 

ix-4>  5>  6,  10. 
x..  9. 

XV.  1,  7. 
Cant.i-  2,  5,  ,2,  17 
7- 
11.  r,  2,  3,  &c. 


the  Firfl  Book. 

Hymn. 

Bjmn. 

107 

Cant.  ii.  8.  9,  &c. 

69 

113 

11.  14,  16, 17. 

70 

121 

iii.  1,  2,  3,  4,  5, 

7i 

129 

111.  11. 

72 

5 

iv.  4,7,  11. 

73 

24 

iv-  12,  14,  15. 

74 

82 

v.  1. 

74 

83 

v.  9—16. 

75 

86 

vi.  1,  2,  3,  12. 

76 

57 

vii.  5,  9,  r3. 

77 

6 

V1J1-  5»  8,  14. 

7S 

80 

Ha. 

v.  2,7,  10. 

10 

So 

IX.   2,  6,7. 

13 

79 

xxvi.  1,  2,  &c. 

8 

24 

xxvi.  8,  20. 

3° 

57 

xxxvifi:  9,&c. 

55 

79 

xl.  27,  28,  Sec. 

32 

136 

The  fame. 

48 

So 

xiv.  7. 

Si 

53 

xiv.  21,  25. 

84 

9.2 

77>£  yi?#/<?. 

85 

93 

xlix.  13,  14,  &c. 

39 

24 

litf-  1—5)  io,  12. 

141 

SS 

liii.  6,  9,  12. 

142 

89 

Iv.    I,    2,   &C. 

7 

90 

27.?.?  fame. 

Q 

9i 

lvii.  15,  16. 

87 

66 

lxi.  10. 

20 

*1 

lxiii.  r,   2,  3,  Sec.       28 

68 

Ixui.  4,  5>  6i  7- 

29 

318                         A 

Table  of  1 

'A*  Scriptures 

Hymn 

Hymn. 

Ifa.  lxv.  20. 

91 

Rom-  v.  12,  &c. 

51 

Lam   iii.  23. 

Si 

1  he  fame. 

124 

Ezek.  xxxvi.  25,  &c 

9 

vi.   1,  2,  6. 

106 

Mic.  vii.  19. 

9 

vi.  3,4,  &c. 

122 

Nan.  i.  1,  2,  3,  &c. 

42 

vii.  8,  9,  14,  24. 

J*5 

Z«ch.  xiii.  1. 

9 

viii.  14,  16. 

144 

Mat.  iii.   9. 

99 

viii.  33,  &c. 

i4 

v.  3,12. 

I02 

ix.    21,   22,  Sec. 

11? 

xi.   28,  30. 

127 

xi.   16,  17. 

1 14 

xii.  20. 

125 

xiv.  17,  19. 

126 

xiii.  16,  17. 

10 

xv.  8,  9,  12. 

ii3 

xxi.  9. 

16 

1   Cor.  i.   23,   24. 

ii9 

xxii.  37,  40. 

116 

i.  26,   31. 

96 

xxviii.  i8,&c. 

128 

i.  30. 
The  fame. 

97 

xxviii.  19. 

52 

98 

Mark  x.   14. 

"3 

ii.  9,   10. 

105 

xvi.  15,  Sec. 

128 

iii.  6,  7. 

119 

Luke  i.  30,  &c. 

3 

vi.  10,  11, 

104 

i.  46,  &c. 

60 

x:..32- 

126 

i.  68. 

150 

xiii.  1,  2,  3. 

134 

ii.  10,  &c. 

3 

xiii-   2,  3,  7,  J3- 

133 

ii.  27. 

J9 

xv.  55,  Sec. 

17 

X.   21,  22. 

1 1 

2  Cor.  ii.  16. 

119 

The  Jams. 

12 

v.  1,  5,  8. 

no 

xv.  7,  10. 

IOI 

xii.   7,  9,  I<J. 

»5 

xv.  13,  &c. 

I23 

Gal.  iv.  4. 

107 

xv  iii.  10,  &c 

*3i 

iv.   6. 

64 

xix.  38,  40. 

16 

Eph.  i.  3,  &c. 

54 

John  i.  1,  3,  14. 

2 

i.   13,  14. 

144 

i.  13. 

95 

iii.  9,   10. 

2 

1.  17. 

118 

iii.   16,  &c. 

*35 

1.29,32. 

5° 

iv.  30,  &c. 

130 

iii.  3,  Sec. 

95 

Phil.  ii.  2. 

130 

iii.   14,  16. 

112 

iii.  7,  8,  9. 

109 

iii.  16,  17,  18. 

1 00 

Col.  i.  1 6, 

2 

iv.  24. 

136 

ii.  15. 

107 

x.  28,  29. 

138 

2  Tim.  i.  9,  10. 

i57 

Aasii.  38. 

52 

i.   12. 

103 

xvi.  14,  15.33- 

121 

iii.  15,  16. 

53 

Rom.  iii.  19,  zz> 

91 

iv.  6,  7,  S,  18. 

27 

that  are  tamed  into  <z>erfe. 


3*9 


Hymn. 

Hymn* 

Tit.  ii.  10,   13- 

132 

v.  6.  8.   12. 

1 

iii.  3>  7- 

in 

The  fame. 

25 

Heb.  i.  1. 

53 

v.   11--13. 

62 

iii.  3,  5,  6. 

118 

Tifcr  fame. 

63 

iv.  15,  16. 

i25 

vii.   13,  &c. 

40 

v.  7- 

i25 

7"#<?  fame. 

4* 

vi.   171  >9» 

139 

xi.    15. 

65 

vii. 

145 

xii.  7. 

58 

ix. 

145 

XiV.    13. 

18 

x.   28,  29. 

118 

xv.  3. 

49>  56 

xi.   1,  3,  8,   10. 

120 

xvi.  19. 

i^ 

1  Pet.  i.  3,  4,  5. 

26 

xvii.  6. 

56 

i.  8. 

108 

sviii.   20.   21. 

59 

1  John  iii.  1,  Sec. 

64 

xxi.    1,  2,  3,  4. 

21 

Jude  24,  25. 

51 

xxk  5,  6,  7,   8. 

45 

Rev.  i.  s,  6,  7- 

61 

xxi.  27. 

105 

In  the  Third  Book. 


Hymn. 


Hymn. 


Luke  ii.  28. 
xiv.   16. 

14 
12 

John  vi.   16. 

1  Cor.  x.  16,  17. 

6 

2- 

xiv.  17,  23. 
xxii.   19. 
John  yi.  31,  35,  39. 
xiv. 3. 

13 
6 

5 
6 

.   THE 

xi.  23,  &c. 
Gal.   vi.   14. 
1  John  v.  6. 

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